I had no idea the pink form was a thing.
But it turns out there’s this pink form. You want to yank your kid out of school for a few days? Fine. Unless it’s not. But either way. Pink. Form. Then you construct an educational plan with your kid’s teacher, get their absences excused, and otherwise bask in the essentiality that is acceptance by the public school bureaucracy.
Only I didn’t know about the pink form.
I’ve shown up at every meeting. I’ve signed up to volunteer. Hell, I follow the Powers That Be on Twitter and Facebook and say hi to them at drop off so I know all about the wreath sale and the rescheduling of school pictures retakes but not the pink form. I didn’t know about the form until I met a fellow parent at a brewery and she was like, “You don’t know about the pink form?! You’ve got to know about the pink form.”
So, essentially, I chanced on this knowledge because of my love of beer and french fries which, when you think about, ties my child’s educational success to my taste in food and choice of drinking buddies and that’s kind of disturbing.
But either way once I knew about it I made a beeline for the pink form.
And the pink form said I should have filed it three days ago but I only found out today so I resolved to ameliorate the situation as best I could.
I asked around and figured out the best time to approach the school’s main office. I rearranged my schedule to accommodate that. I purposefully chose a grey sweater and skinny jeans as my outfit because I’ve noticed it’s a PTA uniform of sorts and while the main office has never set eyes on me I’m sure they know that PTA look. I didn’t want to come off as some out of it parent who’s totally taking her kid “on a vacation” that will definitely have an “educational component.”
I marched into the office prepared to encounter some bureaucratic pushback but resolved to play whatever Apologetic Concerned Mother cards I needed to.
And you know what? It was a breeze. Pink form accepted despite my missteps. Problem solved.
The mom behind me? Not so much.
Then I thought about this article.
Which you should too.
Here’s the link again.
I’ll be right here waiting while you read it..
::: foot tapping :::
::: finger nails tapping :::
::: Amanda Tapping :::
I know, right?
Do you think the whole “right drinking buddies” and “Concerned Mother” approach didn’t matter? Because I don’t.