Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Every night the phone rings, and an automated voice speaks to me in a stilted English, informing me that my daughter -- Sooooophiiiiie -- was tardy or absent from school from at least one period and that her presence at school is important for her future goals and aspirations. Something like that. It's that time of year when two calls come in, the second being one announcing various activities and requirements for graduation. Tonight, the stilted English voice informed me that your daughter Sooooophiiiiiie has not turned in her pink order form for graduation gown and cap and tomorrow is the last day. Never mind that Sophie is 20 years old and apparently still listed as a twelfth grader, for the third year in a row.