My kids go to the local Waldorf School. It’s kind of cult-like, and while I don’t agree with a number of thier policies, I do like the kids that go there, and the graduates tend to do really well in high school and beyond. The tuition is significant, especially considering my income level, and the one thing, the only thing I demanded during the monetary part of the negotiations was that I wasn’t going to continue paying the $1000 a month tuition.
So, in answer to the teacher’s plea, that they needed more drivers for a field trip, and with some delight that I can fill the new van up with second graders and haul them all somewhere, thus somewhat justifying driving a minivan around, I volunterred. I was the field trip guy with the older (step) kids, but I haven’t participated as much with the these guys, mostly because their mom liked going on the field trips, and she had more time to do it. So this was my first one.
I dropped the kids off, and then hung out while the kids did their morning routine, (saffice it to say, I never had this kind of morning routing), and then I got the kids assigned to my car. My son, and 1 girl. It appears I wasn’t the only parent to respond to the plea for more drivers, and now there were more parent than necessary, lots of cars going, and really I didn’t need to be there. Oh well, it’s still a field trip, and I am the Dad, so… off we went.
Now, one of the policies they do their best to enforce at the school is diet. Kids aren’t allowed to bring cookies, candy, soda, etc. to school, and it’s assumed, or presumed, that these parents that are shelling out thousands of dollars a year to send their kids to this school follow the same dietary plan at home that the school recommends, (read, demands) while they are with their teachers. I had always thought that these parents were hard core, organic food, no corn syrup, no refined sugar, locavores. Today I found out that, one of the parents really likes frozen Hostess Ding Dongs, and another was remembering peanut butter cap’n crunch. I didn’t even eat cap’t crunch, and I was a poster child for bad food choices.
It would seem, as I listened intently to the conversation that their children aren’t restricted to farmer’s market purchased, pesticide free, hand washed, and sung to vegetables, but join in, in the sugary cereal, snack-cake delight that their mom’s seem to enjoy.
I was shocked, I was amazed, I felt for a little while, part of the group. Hey.., I almost said… I’ve had deep fried twinkies, they’re weird, but good, and if my kids had been with me, I would have let them try it. I didn’t say any of that, but I thought about it, and I was happy.
The filed trip was actually informative, and other than being cold and windy, it seemd like everyone had a good time, and actually learned a thing or two.