CU Tiger
06-01-2014, 10:26 AM
Not really sure I titled this right but couldn't come up with the right words.
Faced with a weird situation, not sure what to do so thought I would turn to the group think experts for opinions, ideas, thoughts or heckles.
I'm going to try to be very brief but I have to go into a bit of detail to make the inner conflict make sense. I apologize in advance for length.
I went to school in 1st-6th grade at this private Catholic school that was part elitest private school, part reform boarding school, and part orphanage community outreach boarding school. Being Catholic in orientation and the relatively few numbers of Catholics in the south coupled with being in a small area meant despite all these avenues very small numbers. One class per grade and basically there were the same 13 or 15 kids in class from 1-6 with maybe 2 or 3 added along the way by the time we finished 6th grade and maybe 1 or 2 dropouts move aways. This school didn't offer any classes past 6th grade and after that everyone assimilated into public schools. I was the only student at the school who wasn't from the town the school was located in and "lived" in a town some 30 miles or so away. {Edit} Meaning that after elementary school I never saw any of these kids again other than chance bump ins while they went on to continue friendships for another 6 years of school.
As you can piece together I fell somewhere into the 2nd or 3rd previous category. Mom had me too young, after some public school kindergarten age BS I was placed into foster care. My maternal grandma the stereotypical Italian Catholic (born in Sicily, grew up in Manhatten, one of 6 kids, a brother Tony allegedly in the mob....no exaggerations totally stereotypical) appealed to the diocese and I was placed in the boarding school portion every school year and then placed into various fosters or family homes every summer.
Enough personal background.
Except to say I was one of only 2 or 3 students in my class that fell into either of the 2nd categories.
Suffice to say I dont have very good memories of that time. It was a weird mix of overly privileged and under privileged kids and well the few of us "Residents" didnt get to go to the cool after school activities didnt get invited to the birthday parties (we didnt have transportation when we did get invited etc.)
Sometime around the 6th grade my mom got her shit together and got custody of me back. I have a sister who is 7 years younger than me (who I am very close with today) and to preserve some kind of illusion she paid to have my sister go to the same school as a commuter. My sis had a very different experience loves the school and my 2 nephews go to school there (well at least in its current state which is much reformed from my time there) today.
So fast forward to Friday. I get a call from a guy who I haven't heard or seen from in 20 years who went to school with me there for all 6 years. Our 2nd grade teacher is retiring and we were her first class. They are trying to get the entire class to come back for a ceremony honoring her this coming Friday, and specifically have asked me to "say a few words" about her as I was the 6th grade class valedictorian (imagine me rolling my eyes as you read that, please) and are asking for a small donation to give her a retirement present.
I am genuinely conflicted on what to do here.
On one hand its easy enough to bite my tongue show up for an hour and then move on.
On the other hand I really have no desire to do so, I dont remember many of these kids at all and sitting here over the weekend I can only come up with 4 or 5 names from that time of my life.
This school is notoriously political and conniving and I genuinely think if I don't go it will reflect poorly on my sister and my nephews.
This teacher who is retiring had a daughter who was one of he few 1-6ers of us and she was in fact one of the people who loved to ridicule us residents the worst, in fact I even remember many snide remarks from her mom in the year where she taught us. I really dont have any positive memories of the mom to talk about.
There are maybe 3 kids I remember honestly being decent to me and not making daily life hell for me and one of those is the one who called me, he has 4 boys in this school, including a son in the last class of this teacher who is retiring and is kind of organizing the whole thing.
I talked to him for maybe 20 minutes and honestly don't think he has any idea that I have anything but white lily happy memories of my time there. I could show up give a 3 minute speech about elementary school laying the foundation for success in life blah blah blah make everyone happy and move on.
I could show up and skewer the school given the platform and the audience to do so (not going to go this route...but damn it would be fun).
I could graciously decline because of prior conflicts, heck 1 week notice during work hours isnt much time to make arrangements.
I realize there is not truly a right or wrong move here, and dont necessarily expect anyone here to "Tell me what to do", but I am always struck by the viewpoints and perspectives here that I would have never considered so thought I would throw this out there and get some thoughts.
So what say ye, oh great Wise Crowd?
Faced with a weird situation, not sure what to do so thought I would turn to the group think experts for opinions, ideas, thoughts or heckles.
I'm going to try to be very brief but I have to go into a bit of detail to make the inner conflict make sense. I apologize in advance for length.
I went to school in 1st-6th grade at this private Catholic school that was part elitest private school, part reform boarding school, and part orphanage community outreach boarding school. Being Catholic in orientation and the relatively few numbers of Catholics in the south coupled with being in a small area meant despite all these avenues very small numbers. One class per grade and basically there were the same 13 or 15 kids in class from 1-6 with maybe 2 or 3 added along the way by the time we finished 6th grade and maybe 1 or 2 dropouts move aways. This school didn't offer any classes past 6th grade and after that everyone assimilated into public schools. I was the only student at the school who wasn't from the town the school was located in and "lived" in a town some 30 miles or so away. {Edit} Meaning that after elementary school I never saw any of these kids again other than chance bump ins while they went on to continue friendships for another 6 years of school.
As you can piece together I fell somewhere into the 2nd or 3rd previous category. Mom had me too young, after some public school kindergarten age BS I was placed into foster care. My maternal grandma the stereotypical Italian Catholic (born in Sicily, grew up in Manhatten, one of 6 kids, a brother Tony allegedly in the mob....no exaggerations totally stereotypical) appealed to the diocese and I was placed in the boarding school portion every school year and then placed into various fosters or family homes every summer.
Enough personal background.
Except to say I was one of only 2 or 3 students in my class that fell into either of the 2nd categories.
Suffice to say I dont have very good memories of that time. It was a weird mix of overly privileged and under privileged kids and well the few of us "Residents" didnt get to go to the cool after school activities didnt get invited to the birthday parties (we didnt have transportation when we did get invited etc.)
Sometime around the 6th grade my mom got her shit together and got custody of me back. I have a sister who is 7 years younger than me (who I am very close with today) and to preserve some kind of illusion she paid to have my sister go to the same school as a commuter. My sis had a very different experience loves the school and my 2 nephews go to school there (well at least in its current state which is much reformed from my time there) today.
So fast forward to Friday. I get a call from a guy who I haven't heard or seen from in 20 years who went to school with me there for all 6 years. Our 2nd grade teacher is retiring and we were her first class. They are trying to get the entire class to come back for a ceremony honoring her this coming Friday, and specifically have asked me to "say a few words" about her as I was the 6th grade class valedictorian (imagine me rolling my eyes as you read that, please) and are asking for a small donation to give her a retirement present.
I am genuinely conflicted on what to do here.
On one hand its easy enough to bite my tongue show up for an hour and then move on.
On the other hand I really have no desire to do so, I dont remember many of these kids at all and sitting here over the weekend I can only come up with 4 or 5 names from that time of my life.
This school is notoriously political and conniving and I genuinely think if I don't go it will reflect poorly on my sister and my nephews.
This teacher who is retiring had a daughter who was one of he few 1-6ers of us and she was in fact one of the people who loved to ridicule us residents the worst, in fact I even remember many snide remarks from her mom in the year where she taught us. I really dont have any positive memories of the mom to talk about.
There are maybe 3 kids I remember honestly being decent to me and not making daily life hell for me and one of those is the one who called me, he has 4 boys in this school, including a son in the last class of this teacher who is retiring and is kind of organizing the whole thing.
I talked to him for maybe 20 minutes and honestly don't think he has any idea that I have anything but white lily happy memories of my time there. I could show up give a 3 minute speech about elementary school laying the foundation for success in life blah blah blah make everyone happy and move on.
I could show up and skewer the school given the platform and the audience to do so (not going to go this route...but damn it would be fun).
I could graciously decline because of prior conflicts, heck 1 week notice during work hours isnt much time to make arrangements.
I realize there is not truly a right or wrong move here, and dont necessarily expect anyone here to "Tell me what to do", but I am always struck by the viewpoints and perspectives here that I would have never considered so thought I would throw this out there and get some thoughts.
So what say ye, oh great Wise Crowd?