(She's a friend of mine, so it's really not that big of a deal.)
(Plus, I'm so excited for school to start that I've been hanging out there like a groupie.)
On my way out, I pass by the classroom where Mini Me will be this year. I notice her teacher has the coat hook labels up. I can't find my child's name.
But I see a name she could be. Not the name I named her. Not the one that's on the birth certificate that we presented to the school.
Two weeks ago, when I registered my kids for school, I noticed they had the wrong name down for Mini Me. I had it corrected (well, as much as it could be with a ball point pen and a clusterf*ck of a new registration system) and hoped that would be it.
(I didn't have high hopes for this, as in our packet of materials for school it said to be sure to update all phone numbers and emergency contacts, as they will be updating their records this year. Um, isn't that supposed to happen EVERY year? Apparently, I've been filling out forms needlessly for five years now.)
|Heck, the school SHOULD take it upon themselves to rename my kids!|
There's nothing wrong with the name Anne. Not at all. But it's not my daughter's name.
I posted a question on Facebook last night about if and how I should say something. Thanks, everyone for your responses. Everyone said to correct it. A special shout-out to the mom of Zoe, with an umlaut on top of the E. (If I could figure out how to do it on my keyboard, I totally would.) I mean, if she can stand up for punctuation (and you rock for doing so!) I can definitely put my mom balls on and talk to the school.
But, since it's me, I do tend to take things a step further. I left a message on the teacher's voice mail, explaining the problem, and could she please have the right name up for this afternoon when we go for "Meet the Teacher" night. I also called the district administration office.
I will be stopping in the school office tonight if it isn't corrected.
I feel I am justified since it's not a case of "My Jasmine's name is spelled with a Z and two Ys and a silent Q at the end," but rather a whole new name entirely.
I just hope MM's teacher doesn't think I'm a Pain-in-the-Ass mom.
At least, not this early in the year.