Two Hours Later–I Get It–So Why Didn’t You?

parking-signshtGetting rid of a kid for a week during the holidays? Priceless.

Actually, $60 and a two-hour orientation. The $60 was worth every penny. The two hours I can never get back.

Normally, I avoid command performances more carefully than the plague. The plague I can cure. But there has never been a two hour orientation that cannot be shortened to a two paragraph email. EVER.

This orientation was MANDATORY. Show up, with kid, or kid gets bumped for one of the kids on the waiting lists whose parents DON’T hate orientations. So we went. I took five 9 box KenKens and three Sunday NYTimes puzzles. I finished all but one.

First, they handed out the two paragraph flier. Where to drop off and pick up kid, what time. Link to packing list. Great. Can I leave now?

Then, they spent twenty minutes telling us where the camp was. Cause I guess there are some folks who managed to find the orientation, but are absolutely clueless as to how to read a flier and a map. Much ado was focused on explaining that the party was at THIS camp, as opposed to THAT camp. Eighteen times, at least. Because every year, AFTER the mandatory orientation and the flier and the map, parents show up at THAT camp. Huh.

The next part of the orientation was devoted to explaining what the kids should and shouldn’t take. It’s not like it was on the flier–oh, wait. It was. In explicit detail. And where to find the actual packing list–because that couldn’t be on the flier–oh, wait, it was. And what to pack in–because that wasn’t on the flier–oh, wait.

After telling us at least forty times that everything the kid packed had to fit in his backpack, they pointed to the website packing list and reminded everyone that everything had to fit in the backpack.

Another thirty minutes was devoted to the drop off drill. Apparently, there isn’t much room at the camp. So they line up the cars, take the meds from the parents on one side, pull the kid out of the other and loot the trunk at the same time. Hug the kid before you leave the house–you won’t be getting out of the car.

Cool. Any kid old enough to go away for a week doesn’t need an extra hug at the last second while his stuff is being yanked by older kids.

Two hours and eight puzzles later, after concerned and scatterbrained parents asked the same questions over and over, I finally got to leave.

So, when we dropped kid off, we were shocked to find:

Kids packed in duffle bags and footlockers.

Kids with more stuff than Imelda Marcos.

Kids whose parents got out of the car and gave them twenty minutes worth of parting love/advice.

I have no idea how many parents showed up at THAT camp, because we weren’t there.

GHEEZSH. I was working puzzles and only half listening, and I got the rules. Every one of these parents went to the orientation.

Someone, please explain. Why do the rules only apply to ME?

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12 Comments

Obviously someone is clinging desperately to the hope that someday THESE IDIOT PARENTS WILL. GET. IT. This person is also obviously delusional.

Social Rules:
1. People are mostly not very smart.
2. People are nearly without exception, totally crazy.
3. People think rules only apply to everyone else. Because *I* am special! My mother told me so! Dammit!

And reminding people that they are intellectual inadequate, looney tunes, and not exempt is politically incorrect, so they all get away with this behavior.

Don't you spend any time in public schools? LOL. Every parent there thinks she has the ONLY student at the school. Certainly the only important one. This is a societal problem.

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People can and do get complicated stuff – if they're held to it. If every kid was turned away who didn't meet the rules (just like the parents who wouldn't attend the orientation), next year, I suspect, there'd be a higher percentage of adherence to the rules. There's no sense in droning on and on on rules that you won't enforce. Some still wouldn't get it, but they'd either learn or the kid won't be going to camp.

Or they could give a fifteen minute orientation and then provide a test. You don't pass – it's off to the waiting list.

Having broken rules sets a bad example, one that I've seen carry all the way through life.

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First of all, my condolences for your loss of two hours of your life. I've been there. I understand. I sympathize. I'm so sorry.

A few days ago I had a similar conversation with my husband about the same ideas you explore here. For years my husband has called me anti-social because I both lack patience and cannot do the same things that other people just accept as normal…such as tolerate useless orientations. So often I can see the bloody obvious and wonder why it is so few others cannot. And then I start questioning if I'm a nutcase narcissist who thinks I'm better than other people…but then I still wonder how I, someone who is definitely no Einstein, can follow directions or read something and understand it or get it the first time (or at least the second) or….

Here's a politically incorrect (and probably narcissistic) statement: I'd rather be alone than surrounded by idiots. Please understand that I do not expect people to be perfect or to even be exactly what I want them to be or think they should be…I just don't want to be around people who cannot think for themselves, that require mass indoctrination such as orientations so that, maybe, something will sink into their heads, who do not follow the rules because they think it's not necessary, who do what they want and imply you are the bad guy for not letting them roll right over you.

It's not just orientations that drive me crazy. Try mother's groups or school committees. I've considered slipping some Bailey's into my coffee during these things.

The waste of my time drives me crazy, too. I also bring something else to do. Heck, for my high school graduation to which my parents made me go even though I was only in the school for six months and did not know one singe person there well enough to care, I read a book through the entire ceremony; for the picture taken of every student when he/she received the diploma, I'm holding my diploma and Edith Wharton's "Age of Innocence." Time wasters are definitely in my top-five of pet peeves.

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And you know what's funny? That the people running the orientation felt the need to go over the same exact directions over and over as well as put into a flier and most of the parents did whatever they pleased anyway. Sounds like they need to find a more meaningful way of going over the rules, while not wasting 2 hours of precious time!!!

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I had no idea we lived so close together. It sounds like my patients were the other parents at the orientation.

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Rules are worthless unless they're enforced. They need a few military types standing around with Uzi's at the drop off.

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Ah, I dislike attending events like these as well. People often only pay attention when they are speaking themselves, and asking questions is much easier than reading directions.

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This sort of event always makes me think of this:

http://www.theonion.com/content/news/town_hall_me...

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TheMother Replies:

Love the onion. They speak the truth. But I really like this article:

http://www.theonion.com/content/news/sumerians_lo...

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Just wait for the day those poor people get orientatatatated to their kid's first year of college. I'm off now . . . studying to get a license in therapy.

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It really is a widespread issue of idiocy and ego. We go through it every school year. Rules are laid out clearly for the benefit of all parents, but people consistently ignore them or feign ignorance. Car line especially gives me an ulcer. People routinely park their vehicles in traffic, cut around parents who are already waiting, and choose dismissal to have lengthy conversations with their child's teacher while the rest of us clutch our steering wheels in a white knuckled death grip. Most people think the rules don't apply to THEM. "Oh, that thing about the backpack, I heard it, but they didn't mean me, of course, I'm special." Which breeds a whole other generation of self centered assholes that have no regard for their fellow human being.

That came off a little angry, didn't it?

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