My job on the PTSO board is as parliamentarian. No, I didn’t know what it was either. It’s my job to read the charter and keep us on track legally and time wise. Yes, I find that extremely funny as well.
I can be pretty shy and slow to warm up to a situation, but after we get going, I’m the worst offender at getting us off on tangents. Susan Holt calls it ADOS…Attention Deficit Ooh Shiny. For example, we got to the line item on t shirts, and I distract the situation by pulling some out of the cupboard to buy some for the kids and I.
The PTSO is a lot about selling. Not necessarily t-shirts, otter pops, and wrapping paper, but the idea of parent and community involvement in the education process. The education system at a whole is struggling. Lack of funding, time, and support limits our very talented teachers trying to grab at 30 live wires in a class room looking for a way to ground them while jumping through bureaucratic hoops and spinning their own personal plates in a corner. The teachers at the school have my full respect. Our job as parents is to support them beyond just making sure our kids are at school. In whatever way is possible to us at the time, teachers need resources, volunteers, and most especially patience.