Two weeks ago I was approached by Cam’s teacher:
Teacher: “I was wondering if you would be available to help with the grade 4 Medieval Feast next week?”
Me: Sure. What do I have to do?
Teacher: “Just help bring the food from the staff room down to the gym and help set it up and then serve it.”
Me: Okay. No problem.
Teacher: “Just be here for 11ish and be sure to dress up”
Uh? Say what??
Teacher: “Oh yes! It’s got to be an authentic feast. And you need to make sure the kids address you as ‘Wench’. That makes it more authentic.”
Excuse me…whaaaat? Hang on…what? Wench? Um no.
Teacher: “Just be here for 11ish and be sure to dress up”
Uh? Say what??
Teacher: “Oh yes! It’s got to be an authentic feast. And you need to make sure the kids address you as ‘Wench’. That makes it more authentic.”
Excuse me…whaaaat? Hang on…what? Wench? Um no.
Ok so I didn’t want to back out after initially agreeing to help out. I came home and google imaged “serving wench” and started to worry.
I did what I normally do when I am perplexed – I posted on facebook. By the next day I had a costume ready to go.
It wasn’t an authentic Medieval Serving Wench, but it did the job and ensured that my boobs stayed tucked away. I was pleased to see that the other serving wench was also leaning towards the pirate persuasion.
It wasn’t an authentic Medieval Serving Wench, but it did the job and ensured that my boobs stayed tucked away. I was pleased to see that the other serving wench was also leaning towards the pirate persuasion.
I realized that there’s not much I won’t do for my kids.
But I do draw the line at being called “Wench”.
That did not happen once. I would not let it.
That did not happen once. I would not let it.
Good (medieval) times…our school functions just don’t happen without parents. In some cases, neither does literacy development. I have loyal parents who run literacy centres, photocopy, donate materials, fundraise, drive and on and on…
Thank you to all the school mums! Soon I’ll be one too.
Ahoy there, me hearty!!
There were a couple of my sons classmates in particular that the thought of them calling me a wench was just unnerving.
Thank you Jen – it was more fun than I thought it would be!
yep – the lunchroom supervision and EA coverage is a paid position. Honestly do not think I would commit that much time to the school otherwise.
all good Christine and so important.
These are the many things that strangely bring us to our next careers sometimes
I was a planner of the Medieval Feast last year. I didn’t think of calling the women wenches! On well, next time.
Wow, Christine, do get paid for the lunch supervision? You should!
Oh they already know Nancy…they already know.
I serve as secretary on Parent Council.
I work 3 days a week as kindergarten lunchroom supervisor (yes – lunchlady)
I cover EA lunches 3x a week.
All because I want my kids to know that I am “involved”
ahh yes, saying “yes” when we mean to say no.
also being on a committee that likes the sound of their own voices a little too much and wants to change the milk in the lunchroom legislation.
or wants to discuss dress code of 8 year olds over and over again
yikes
slippery slope
I think you handled it all very well and in style. But watch out – they know you are good and will keep coming after you
hahahaha CLASSIC!!!!!!
I could see the whole being called “wench” thing catching on and extending past the Medieval Feast. NOT good.
You look very cool as a Pirate Wench!
dress up, yes….wench, no way! i’m pretty laid back but i would never allow a child (or adult…or any living, breathing human) to address me as wench. ah! the things we do for our kids!
Huzzah! And look what an adorable wench she is, matey… ARRRR!!
(You’re the best mum ever, Christine!!)