Monday night, just before I went to bed, Brandon announced that I would need to accompany him to school the next morning. I knew this meant he was in some kind of trouble but Brandon never gets in trouble. He's just a good, go by the rules, no waves kid. When I asked him what was up, his answer came as a surprise. He was written up for giving his girlfriend a kiss in the hallway. Well, all I could do was smile. I found this so amusing and was almost proud of my son. I know, I know . . . not the typical reaction from a mom whose son has gotten into trouble at school. I'm not a typical mom. Before I got too proud, I was sure to ask what kind of kiss it was, and was very relieved to learn it was a simple, quick peck that was hurried because they had to get to class. I still couldn't believe this happened because Brandon is just not the kind of kid to do anything like this. He said his girlfriend asked for the kiss and when he hesitated, she told him to just do it and not be so afraid. Well, he did it, and then came the consequences. Yep, the Adam and Eve scenario - ha ha.
If I didn't go to school with Brandon, he'd be suspended until I did go in and show myself to the authorities so they'd know I was fully aware of the heinous crime my son had committed. So to school we went yesterday morning, where we met with Mr. Wigley (giggle), who is an assistant principal, or some other type of authority figure under the principal. Mr. Wigley (giggle) shook my hand and greeted me, then apologized for having me take my time to come in. I just smiled and greeted him back politely. We sat down in his office and he told me that he just needed to make sure we knew that this kind of behavior would not be tolerated at school, and if it happened again, Brandon would be suspended. He also said that if Brandon wanted to kiss, he could do it somewhere else besides school. Brandon said it would not happen again, and I just continued to smile and never said a word. I was then asked to sign a paper acknowledging our meeting and then Mr. Wigley shook my hand again and thanked me for coming in. Brandon went on to class and I went to work. I don't know if I was expected to scold Brandon in that meeting, and personally assure Mr. Wigley this would not happen again, or if it was just a formality to follow procedure but I just found the whole thing ridiculous, even though rules are rules.
Wrong or right, here is my perspective:
Brandon is a high school senior, who will graduate in May. In all these years of school, this is only the 2nd time I've ever had to escort him to school because of any kind of trouble. The 1st time was last year because he had his cell phone at school, which I knew about anyway. If this is the worst thing I have to worryabout for 12 years of school, I'm pretty lucky, and I have a pretty great kid, which I knew about anyway :)
Until next time . . .
Kisses to you all!