Advice for choosing the best prep school.
Ok, come on, you know I am not serious but here is something to consider in case you run a little “Ari Gold,” like me.
We have had our boys at three very distinct schools.
First they attended public.
Then we tried super-preppy-private. Like the kids are driving six digit cars preppy.
We have landed sweetly in the bowl of oatmeal in the three bear’s cabin in the woods called, just right, or a small Christian you-can-get-your-own-backpack-out-of-the-car-you-lazy-kid kind of school.
They sell our kind of people there.
If you are looking for a new school I would strongly recommend doing a “dry run” one afternoon of the school pick up line.
What? You don’t think this is important?
Here is what I have observed.
Public school parents pick up their kids and get moving in school parking lots.
In and out.
Preppy, private school, southern parents, stand in stylish raincoats, throw all preplanned car lanes to the wind and abandon their Mercedes…where-evs.
When they do find their special spawn there has to be a trunk opening ceremony because we do not ever, never, ever allow our backpacks to sit in the seat along side our darling children.
Mom will escort child and their backpack to the trunk of the sporty, yet luxurious, SUV.
One must be sure that the button works that raises and lowers the trunk, as if the 14 year-olds are not capable of stuffing prior mentioned backpack in.
Once the backpack has been secured there will be no less than 5 other moms that need to be waved to.
Also, listen carefully even though it seems obvious to you and I…
This cannot be done from the drivers seat.
Waving must include discussions about future social plans.
Zero consideration is given to the northerner whose head is about to explode.
Zero. (Jeremy Piven reference above)
I am the northerner. I am the northerner secretly pretending to lay on my horn like a cabbie in NYC.
This is only good for me and does nothing to speed the process along.
Sometimes I play “crushing your head” but that too is for me and does nothing to speed things along.
Really though, all the parents were great. I think the observation is that when parents pay tuition the school is less interested in bossing the parents around the parking lot.
Human nature at play.
Do you have any funny school parking lot stories?
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