Right, so; I got a phone call from The Girl’s principal yesterday. You heard correctly. Phone call. From. The. Principal. The horror!
Now, for all the evil that the child exudes at home (see previous entry), she is, according to her teachers; quiet as a church-mouse in school. So, the call was unexpected, to say the least. Thankfully, the call wasn’t to inform me that she was in trouble and would have to leave the school, immediately! But, merely, the principal calling to let us know about an incident that she was semi-involved in.
And, I was like wha? Semi-involved in? What is this semi-involvement of which you speak? Because I was caught off guard at the whole being called by the school principal thing, obviously. I mean, I’m used to being called by the school nurse but, the principal is a whole new ball of wax and, when I was in school, a call from the principal meant that someone was about to get whacked with a board.
Also, I walked to school. Uphill. Both ways. And, I digress.
Anyhoodle, the principal proceeded to explain the incident which basically consisted of a boy in one of The Girl’s classes making some sort of derogatory statements about Brandon’s death upon which an argument between the boy and a friend of The Girl whom, for the purpose of anonimity; we shall call Pippi, ensued. The fight ultimately resulted in Pippi socking the boy in the nose, causing much blood and a few tears. A trespass for which all three of the kids were called into the office for a scolding although, the principal assured me, repeatedly; The Girl was blameless and, therefore, merely a witness to the scolding. In the interest of full disclosure, however; he felt that a call to me was in order and, rightly so.
I wasn’t terribly upset, after all; The Girl was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time and her friend was defending the honor of a dead kid. Which, what kind of a heartless delinquent makes fun of another kid’s death?
The kind that then gets beat up by a girl, apparently.
A girl who, by the way, looks a lot like this...
And, now I can cross this particular parental Rite of Passage off my list even if I do have to make my own space for it in the baby book.