(Previously sent to friends as a “Happy
Friday” email on 12/2/11.)
I went to the school board meeting Wednesday night, but not
for the obvious reason of listening to the Approval of the Minutes. No, I was there for the swearing in of our
newest board member who I’m so pleased to have joining the group. Surprisingly, the swearing-in itself didn’t
actually involve any swearing. That’s a
good thing since I probably would have started laughing and then been asked to
leave … kind of like what happened at church one Sunday when I was growing up. My friend, Geoff, and I had finished sipping
the sacrament when, without warning, he just leaned his head back and gargled
it. I’m not sure if I sprayed anybody,
but clearly the adults didn’t share the lighthearted nature of the moment and escorted
us out … with brusqueness.
Anyway, the swearing-in that didn’t include any swearing was
informative. Among other things, school
board members, it seems, have to agree to abide by the Constitution of the
United States … as well as follow the
laws of the United States … AND the laws of Washington State. Tall order.
Call me naive, but this sounds like a good idea for all citizens. This would mean, in my judgment, that breaking
a speeding law would result in an impersonal pink slip stating: “Take a hike,
PAL! … or SISTER….”
So, in reality, the standards for the job are quite
demanding. I should know because, truth
be told, I was an unofficial school board member some years ago, back when the
district was much more fun. It was
during a transition between board members, and I discovered a vacant space on
the wall outside the board room where the outgoing member’s framed picture had
been. Not wanting the appearances of a power vacuum at the top of the food
chain, I brought in a picture of myself as a kid and taped it to the wall when
no one was around. It took nearly two weeks before someone apparently noticed
this wasn’t the new board member in his youth and removed it. I remember
feeling quite proud of myself having used my power for good when the district
needed BOLD leadership.
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As a pragmatist with experience in the role, I’m wondering
if the bar hasn’t been set a bit too high though. I mean, I can see a situation where I might
be late for a board meeting and get a speeding ticket along the way … then
quickly parking across the street with two wheels on the curb … aaand jay-walking
mid-block just as a squad car is cruising by.
Next thing you know, I’m looking at Three-Strikes-You’re-Out and trading
my place at the big house on Bernard St. (district administrative office) for
the REAL big house on W. Mallon (Spokane County Jail) … which pretty much looks
the same except their windows run vertically, plus they might have some
esthetic differences inside. But, on the
bright side, they give you three squares a day, AND, I don’t think they make
you sit all the way through board meetings acting like you’re paying attention.
L. Haymond
Person of
Interest

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