Guest blogger Kate Meyers: The only thing I dread more than back-to-school night is the idea of going on a Disney cruise. Both promise claustrophobia and inane conversation. Give me dental work over those two any day!
Just think: If we all boycotted back-to-school night, they wouldn't have to have it, and I wouldn't have to go. OK, I get that that's magical thinking, but I don't even feel the slightest twinge of guilt for not going. This is amazing, because a) I'm Jewish and b) I'm a mother. In fact, I think back-to-school night is an idea so ill-conceived that I relish my deviance.
My reasons are myriad. First on the list: Just because my children have to sit in uncomfortable chairs in rooms without windows and listen to an authority figure speak doesn't mean I should have to.
Second, what is accomplished? Do they think I'm dumb enough to believe that the teachers are on their "normal" behavior when facing a room full of parents? Am I supposed to get a feel for these educators in a seven-minute spiel? And I'm sorry, but don't you experience the repressed desire to throw the parents who keep asking questions out the window? The whole thing is worse than speed dating!
Finally, does anyone ever come out of those nights feeling like it was time well spent? Please get me a beer and a television, so I can watch an episode of "Friday Night Lights" and see what really goes on in high school.