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School Daze

Earlier this week, I ran into someone who had kids at Shorecrest Preparatory School, the same school my kids went to ... a thousand years ago. It brought back so many memories and funny stories.

One was about my son, Josh, when he was in middle school.

I was asked by the administration to sit in on a meeting with middle school moms who had concerns about the spring dance held in the auditorium. I was on the Board of the school, a parent of a current middle schooler and a veteran of numerous middle school dances that my daughters attended years before.

The Director of the School started the conversation after introductions. "I understand that some of you have questions about our school dance. Is that correct?"

The ladies looked at each other. Finally, one of the group spoke up. "Well ... I have a question. This is the first dance for the kids. Most of us have daughters and I wonder ... what do you do to assure safety?"

"That's a great question. Well we have more than a dozen teachers and chaperones stationed around the auditorium and the children are not allowed to leave without permission once the doors are closed."

"I've heard that the lights are turned out."

"Well ... not exactly. They are turned down so that it looks more like a party."

"That part concerns me."

"It shouldn't ... truly this party is very safe ..."

This brought in a chorus of negative sighs and comments. The Director was losing control so I decided that I should probably step in.

"If I could say a few words. I have had two daughters who have been to numerous parties in the past and I can tell you that they are safe and secure."

One of the ladies to my right asked me ... "Do you have a middle schooler in the class this year?"

"Yes I do. And I'm confident that it will be a good experience for him."

"Him?" She asked. "What's his name?"

"Josh ... Josh Momberg."

There was silence .... finally one of the ladies spoke up and pointed to me.




"He ... is the one we are worried about!"

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