Sign Me Up
How I came to love the PTA.
by Holly Korbey
December 1, 2008
Many more women followed Shari's example that night, standing up and explaining their individual projects, each one a massive undertaking, like a reading program for kindergarteners, a Saturday math contest called Math Maniacs, and classroom decorations. (Can you imagine cinder-block kindergarten classrooms with nothing on the walls? They look like prison cells.) The women all seemed extremely competent, well-spoken, and definitely organized. That was it. I totally drank the Kool-Aid.
When the meeting was over and everyone was filing out, I got out of my chair, walked down to the front, and asked which committees needed the most help.
I am semi-proud to say that, in recent months, I have transformed myself from skeptic to zealot. I show up for lunch duty (and recess!) once a week, and I'm helping to put together a book of student artwork and poetry (working title: Reflections). I even volunteered to work the popsicle booth at the Fall Carnival.
I arrived at school for volunteer lunch duty one day and parked behind a minivan with a bumper sticker that read, "Get involved! The world is run by people who show up." A few months ago, I would have scoffed. Now I thought, Amen, sister.
©2008 Holly Korbey and Babble
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Holly Korbey is an actress, writer, and mother of two. Her work has appeared on McSweeneys.net and in "How to Fit a Car Seat on a Camel, and Other Misadventures While Traveling with Kids," edited by Sarah Franklin. She lives with her family in Dallas, Texas. |
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