Lather, rinse, repeat
It’s August, and–as every parent of a school-aged kid knows–that means it’s time for registration.
Registration for school, for gymnastics, for dance or ice skating. Checking to be sure the shots are up to date. Perusing the school supply list. Time to check winter coats and boots for fit. Eyeing schedules. Considering how to transition to “school year” bedtime, as opposed to happy-go-lucky summer bedtime.
I schlepped over to the elementary school this afternoon to do the annual signature-fest, and was just as irritated this year as last.
See, for returning students, the school has you check a printout with a variety of information on it (name, DOB, address, parents’ names, phone numbers, emergency contacts, ethnicity, yadda yadda yadda). And then you have a sheaf of additional paperwork to fill out–still more emergency contact information, permissions for Internet use (or not), permission to use pictures (or not), permission to dispense ibuprofen/tylenol/cough drops/etc. (or not), signatures that you’ve received (and read and agreed to) the school’s student handbook, and the borough’s student handbook.
And on and on.
The thing that makes this database programmer’s stomach churn is that you get that printout, which has name, DOB, student ID number, and a variety of other information…all printed out, spit out straight from the belly of the Great Database in the Borough School District Offices. But all those other forms? The endless sheets, in the endless array of colors?
Those you have to fill out by hand.
Including all that information that is already on the printout.
Twenty sheets of info. (Well, okay, ten.) All with student name, DOB, student ID number. Some with parent name and phone number. All of which could be generated by a mail-merge using the data direct from the Great Database in the Borough School District Offices. None of which are.
So folks, there you have it: Here we are, in the year of our Lord 2009. We have to fill out forms about Internet permissions–Internet permissions!!!–by hand.
We’re lucky in that we have only one kid to do this for. When I sat down at the array of tables with my sheaf of color-coded paperwork in my hand, girding my fist to do battle with the pen, next to me was Mike, parent of A., OmegaDotter’s best bud from school. He has four kids. One is in middle school, so he has a different sheaf of paperwork to do for her; the middle two were returning students, and the last is going into kindergarten this year. He had three sets of paperwork he was filling out mindlessly.
We commiserated, swapped names and phone numbers as emergency contacts (he and his family arrived in Alaska after us, and they are about as sociable as we are, which is to say, not very), and wrote. And wrote. And wrote.
Gah. What century are we in now? Why are universities and community colleges all set up to do this stuff by web, and the local schools aren’t? I know it’s expensive, but surely the borough school district has an IT staff, whose job it is to do things like this?
Grumble, grumble, grumble.
Answers to questions and comments from yesterday’s post: Mamasan–We had totally forgotten the camera, so no need to feel guilt! Tonggu Mama–We haven’t read the book yet, so don’t know whether it’s any good or not. There is a website with games and what-not, and the games emphasize different cultures, different countries, and the “tokens” you win (passport stamps) can be redeemed for $$ to go to charities. VinegarMartini–I’d like to claim that the dollar-a-missed-turn-signal was all the dotter’s idea, but am not sure. She was, however, relentless in catching the misses! Also, thanks for the tip on Target vis-a-vis the outfits; that will help immensely! Jean–Alas, I think OmegaDad did not miss any turn signals on purpose. He truly has a problem with being distracted by conversation or the radio, and howls with frustration when he is caught.
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