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April 8, 2006
Acts of God can bring out the worst in anybody. At least, that’s what I try to keep in mind when I think of my 12-year-old stepdaugther’s principal shouting and chasing after me outside the school yesterday.
Let me explain.
Perhaps you heard about the severe weather that rolled through Tennessee yesterday. It was bad. Really bad. People were killed. Homes were leveled. Cars were overturned. The TV meteorologists stayed on the air all day long, pointing out the storms on the map and telling us where they were headed next. And we were lucky; Every storm cell missed my neighborhood by miles. While people ten miles away were getting 100 mph winds, it was perfectly calm here in my little suburb. But the television and radio coverage was unnerving and you could tell that people were spooked. The roads were nearly empty. Those who had ventured out had cell phones glued to their ears and worried looks on their faces. I made a supermarket run and the bag boy followed me to my car so that he could take my cart back inside when I was done with it.
I chuckled inwardly at the hysteria in a neighborhood that by all accounts was not in the path of an oncoming tornado. I chose not to remember the time last year that I watched MSNBC coverage of a hurricane three states away and grew so nervous that I bolted for the grocery and bought three gallons of milk, “just in case.” I was older and wiser now and I wasn’t going to run around like an idiot any more.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case at the middle school.
As I pulled in to the parking lot to pick up 12, I congratulated myself on both buying groceries and getting to the school before a single drop of rain had fallen and before a single child had left the building. I listened to the meteorologists on the radio and I waited. And I waited and waited and waited.
A teacher came outside and shouted something at one of the parents in the parking lot. Then she shook her head and made a swirling motion in the air with her finger.
Oh no. A lockdown! I bolted from the car to bust out my stepdaughter.
As I ran into the front office, the principal burst out of his inner chamber, pumping the air with his fists. “No one leaves this building!” he shouted. “People can come in, but once they’re inside, they can’t leave!”
“What about the parents in the parking lot?” a secretary squeaked.
“Bring them in and put them in the cafeteria,” he boomed. I could almost see the giant spotlight he was clearly imagining to be focused on his bad self. I quickly realized there would be no bargaining with the big guy. Cleverly, I waited until he left the room before turning to the secretaries.
“I need my stepdaughter,” I wheedled. “I need her now.”
“Um. No one can leave the building,” one of the secretaries said softly.
For the first time, I started to panic a little bit. “I have a 15-year-old and a two-year-old at home alone. I need to go back to them and I need to have 12 with me,” I said calmly.
They stood, mothers themselves, paralyzed by my compelling argument. The assistant principal came in the room. Thank God. I knew her well. She had been both of the girls’ fifth grade teacher.
“She’s in Mrs. Thompson’s room,” she said. “Go get her. I’ll explain to Mr. Farnsworth later.”
I ran down the hall, furtively keeping an eye out for the principal. I found 12 and breathlessly told her to get her things together. Grabbing her wrist, we trotted together toward a side door. She looked at me a little strangely, but the truth is, she’s learned to expect the unexpected with me. Once outside, we headed for the car.
“Stop RIGHT THERE!!” I heard the principal shout in a menacing voice. I turned and saw him standing about 50 feet away outside another door. Out of the corner of my eye, I calculated the distance between us and the car and decided there was no way he could catch us. I faced him defiantly.
“We’re LEAVING!” I screamed. “I have two children at home ALONE!” He kept walking toward us. I bent my knees a little, ready for a showdown. “Ms. Gilliam said we could go!”
He stopped short. Ms. Gilliam? The assistant principal? I could see the bureaucratic gears turning in his head. Yes, she definitely had the authority to let us go… Defeatedly, he waved his hand at us and we scampered away.
“Whew! I’m glad he didn’t try to stop us,” I told 12 once we were in the car. “Because if he had kept coming toward us, I was just going to say ‘RUN!’ and make a break for it!”
12 laughed. “You make it all so dramatic!” she said. “I mean, most people would’ve just like come in and tried to get their kid. But you were like, running and yelling and stuff.” We kept laughing all the way home, particularly when we passed our preacher on the road, headed in the other direction. “When you see your preacher before a storm,” I intoned, “It is either a good sign or a very, very bad sign.”
I’m pretty sure I am going to be the cause of an intensive staff meeting on the meaning of the word “lockdown” at the middle school, but to hell with it. I had my family with me yesterday afternoon when the storms rolled through and that was all that mattered.
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>Very glad to hear that threatening weather can bring out the spunk in you (as if you ever need an excuse). I just read about the storms in my Tampa paper and hopped online to make sure that there was no more turmoil than usual in your neighborhood. Glad you came out all right!
>Good for you. I would have a hard time bowing to the authority of a school principal who told me I couldn’t leave with my kid. Oh yeah? Watch me.
>Read your post on dotmoms and was impressed and laughed as always.So glad you took 12 home. I, for one, am glad you always “make it all so dramatic!”
>LOVED this post, Lucinda.Hug them tight and get lots of giggling in, too.
>You rock. Seriously. I love it! You’re the most fun, perfect step-mom there is!If I lived in TN, I’d want to be friends with you. 🙂
>Good for you!! I have had one of the secretaries tell me I can’t have my kid because I didn’t send in a note. HA! Really? I think I’ll take my kid NOW, please. (I’m always polite… I can’t shame my mama.) LBC
>I immediately thought of beavis and butthead when I read that.. “breakin’ the lawwwwwwwwwww breakin’ the lawwwwwwwwwwwwww..”haha!!!when I picked mine up, they were in the hallway w/ books over the backs of their head. whoops. bad mommy.
>ROFL! Good for you! You are such a great Mom! Drama is good for you anyway – puts hair on your chest. Or something. 🙂
>LMAO! You were prepared to go to battle to bail your daughter out. You’re my hero!
>Man, I really hate people who are overly dramatic in situations like that (grinning in hypocracy). He! I can be the same way.But, seriously, could they have even legally kept you from taking 12? If you are her legal guardian, I can’t see how really? If you wanted to take your kids and drive out into a tornado, don’t you have that right? (I know, who WOULD do that, but I’m just wondering where their authority ends really…you know, in case I need to break my kid out one day!)
>That’s hilarious. I love that you were gonna run. I’m in Michigan and it’s not the great plains but, we get our share of Tornadoes and I’ve never heard of this “lockdown” thing. I’m sure it serves a purpose but, it sounds sort of stupid. Seems like I remember the bus stopping on the side of the road once because things got kind of green and windy. I guess even good sense won’t keep people out of their cars around here.
>I’m with crazy momcat. How is it that the school can have more authority over a kid than the kid’s parent?? My son is starting kindergarten, and although we don’t live in tornado land, I’m curious about the whole authority thing. Any thoughts or facts (or opinions) on this? Anyone?
>glad u r all ok
>Moron!I almost wish I could’ve been there, due to my prescription-induced irritability I’m in the mood to tell off a fat-headed administrator.*sigh* oh well.Glad y’all are ok.
>Hmm, I was just having a conversation with some folks about Mr. Farnsworth this morning. Much along the same subject.
>I was wondering what kind of authority schools have, too. It’s one thing to pull your child out for severe weather, but occasionally when there’s a dangerous criminal on the loose, schools go on lockdown until the criminal is caught. At that point, I don’t believe that parents can pull their children out for any reason- which makes sense to me. They don’t want the criminal to get in and hold hostages or something. But a weather lockdown is just dumb. I understand holding the buses until the weather clears, and encouraging parents to come inside- but I would guess most of the parents were about five minutes from home- Why force them to leave their children inside the school when they could’ve easily gotten home and beaten the bad weather? It makes me uneasy.I’m pretty sure they’re going to be on the lookout for me the next time there’s severe weather!
>You’re so right in that a weather lockdown is just stupid. If they were so concerned they should’ve dismissed school early – we had that when I was a young’un and there was a Nor’easter moving in. Of course if we didn’t leave school we’d be stuck there until the tide went out as that end of town had an alarming tendancy to flood, but leaving school early was cool.
>I work at a YMCA and we have a lot of childcare programs and we practice safety drills and what to do in a natural disaster. Our stance is we can only release a child to a parent but we’re not going to hold anyone hostage!Glad things worked out.
>I was just thinking about you today when I saw the damage on the news. I hope you are all okay.We had a severe weather lock down here last year. Ugh. It’s so scary when you think you can’t get to your kids during a storm. You did the right thing. You go Lucinda!!
>Good for you, Lucinda. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, trying to hold a parent hostage. You know what’s best for your family and you did what you had to do!
>Thank God I’m not the only one giving the prinicpal an ulcer. My son’s principal sent him home alone one night after a youth meeting because she wouldn’t believe him when he said he was supposed to meet up with me in another part of the building. Needless to say I was a little *ahem* upset and called her up at home to let her know it. Huh, I’m sure glad I’m not a principal.
>I’m glad you all are safe & sound!
>Oh man, that is ridiculous. I can’t BELIEVE he actually tried to stop you from leaving. For weather! It would have been awesome if you’d screamed, “RUN!” and just bolted out the door with 12, LOL.
>First thing that came to my mind when I saw it on our news – you – next thing – baby’s party!Glad you’re all safe and that your face is now cause for High Alert at your kids school! HA!
>Mercifully, the forecast for tomorrow is sunny and a high of 73 degrees. Perfect. Also mercifully, the apartment of one of our guests tomorrow was a mile AWAY from the tornado. She can literally walk to the homes that were completely destroyed. Wow.
>Oh man you told this perfectly! I can just imagine him treating you like a twelve year-old yourself…and you feeling like one for a moment before you realized those days of quaking knees before the principal are long behind you.
>It is good to hear the weather missed you. I would have done the same thing. How can anyone think you want to leave your kids when something bad can happen?!? It is good nothing did:)
>When we first moved to Oklahoma, I asked my husband what I should do if I was out and about with the baby and heard the tornado sirens.And he said, “Get out the video camera. You can sell that footage to the news station!”Silly man. Glad you were able to bust 12 out without incident.
>Funniest story I’ve read all weekend! Go Lucinda!
>I would’ve done the same thing. When 9/11 happened, I had actually called in sick to work because we didn’t have a babysitter. My husband had our minivan, so I hoofed it all the way up to the school (like a 2 mile walk) with the stroller and picked up my older 2. The office and the principal were so pissy with me, and there were many other parents running in and out of there as well. One of the grouchy older secretaries cackled, “It’s safe here!” and shook her head at me. How did she know? If anything’s going to happen, I want my family with me. The things we do to ourselves for our kids. 🙂
>It must have been a poorly scheduled practice lockdown that a stupid administrator was unwilling to cancel in spite of threatening weather………..right?! I would think kids injured/killed because the school roof was blown off and they weren’t allowed to go home with their parents to seek shelter in their basements or storm shelters would cause some massively huge lawsuits for the district.
>You go girl!