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BTSN

No it is not a new Hindi film name abbreviation. It is the subject line of an email our daughter's school sent.  To us.  The parents.

Back to school night.  BTSN.  I stopped going to school a while back as the readers may be aware. .which to sidetrack a bit was 25 years ago based on another mail sent by some enthusiastic alumni wanting to get together. .wonder what that is all about.

But I digress as I'm wont to do in my blog.
.it's my blog so anything goes.

Back to the child's school urging parents to visit with her teachers and see what the offspring might be doing this year on campus.


This is a ritual the American k to 12 school districts engage in across the country and it's purpose is two fold.  Allow parents to confirm that said teachers are actually aware of who your child is and what they should look forward to in the upcoming year.   The other critical goal for district is to again ask for money.  They are labeled donations that apparently overcome the gap in federal funds for school and the level of programs and quality of education needed to churn productive citizens.

It - the event - is organized on a workday after the workday is over to allow the multitudes of commuter parents to make it to the gathering.

Of course the result is a traffic jam that makes the morning rush look like child's play.  Speaking of which the children in 12th grade aka seniors in high school are indeed found playing with their new found automotive freedom during rush hour ..being partly contributory to event.

The parents wander their child's 'day in the life' at school visiting for 10 min with each teacher.  Some teachers use that time wisely to tell you who they are and how they plan to enrich your child.

Some are clueless as to the whole exercise and read a slide show word for word.

Regardless it was a good intro for us and we walked back home..picked a house that requires no driving. .did one thing right!

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