As I was withdrawing V from school today, I spoke to the "lady in the office." I thought I'd give the school a little tip. Their bathrooms need to be at least lightly supervised. Allowing "at-risk" children a private place for up to a half an hour with other "at-risk" children seems like a bad idea.
Her response? "That was only two kindergarten girls, Mrs. La. And we are dealing with that."
[WHAT?!?! That was not the incident to which I was referring. So LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT: You, the school personnel, know that crap is happening to kids in the bathrooms. And you are doing NOTHING to prevent it happening to other children.]
"How about if you put cameras in the non-potty portion of the room, so that..."
"Oh no! We couldn't do that! Privacy. Mrs. La, we don't even have cameras to prevent break-ins."
"Perhaps...the yard duties could swing through the bathrooms every now and then. Or there could be some kind of system to keep track of how long children have been in the bathroom or..."
"Mrs. La, where would we get the funding for any of those things? Besides we haven't had any parents complain"
[Where are you going to get the funding for the million dollar lawsuit that someone is going to file against the school district, because YOU FLIPPIN' KNOW that crap is happening in the bathrooms?]
"Well, my V was harmed in there. I can't let her be here if no one can protect her. Obviously, it's happening more than you realize."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Mrs. La."
HOW ELSE WOULD I FEEL? Merciful heavens, what in the world is wrong with you people? No, seriously. Have you lost your minds?
The mystery of V's non-stop crying at home has been solved. Sobbing and whining and whimpering, she was driving us all crazy. And the poor kid was trying to work out some way to say, "help me," without getting in trouble or getting her "friends" in trouble. Poor baby.