As it turns out, I'm still figuring out this whole PTA Secretary thing.
I had a lunch meeting today with a couple women from the PTA, including the PTA President, so that we could discuss the creation of a monthly newsletter. The idea is that we'd put minutes from the PTA meetings, and other meeting announcements into this letter, which would be handed to each child once a month so that they could bring it home to their parents. The school already takes a similar approach with their weekly bulletin.
"I have an idea!" I offered, double checking the date on my watch. "It's 2006. How about we dispense with the printed copies and just email the newsletter?"
They chuckled at my date humor. 2006, ho, ho ho. Then they assured me that email would be a bad way to reach the parents. Some parents, they explained, don't have email.
No email? No email?!?!? Anyone who can get to the Internet can get email. So, what percentage of people in this part of the world don't have Internet access? Let's take an informal poll right now. If you can't get to the Internet, please post a comment on this blog.
Later I lamented that the PTA minutes that I've been writing don't get saved anywhere that people can see them. Perhaps, I suggested, after we send out the minutes on dead trees via Pony Express, maybe I could post them to a school blog. It was then explained to me that someone was already working on a school website and we should wait for that. This is something that I've been hearing for many months now.
"Oh, websites are so 2003. I could post these babies to a blog TONIGHT!" I exclaimed.
2003. Ho ho ho. We moved on.
After we were done discussing the merits of the Gutenberg printing press, the PTA Prez changed the topic.
"Would you guys be interested in attending an adult motel party?" she asked very matter of factly.
This question threw me for a loop. I've heard of adult motels and their parties, but I've never been invited to one. I pondered the notion.
"You mean like a sex party?" I asked?
Her eyes bugged out of her head a bit.
"What?? NO! Not a sex party. A dancing party! With Motown music!" she replied, aghast.
"Ohhhh! MoTOWN. I thought you said moTEL. I thought you were referring to an adult moTEL party. Sorry," I apologized.
"Well, I guess we learned something about our PTA Secretary today," she retorted.
"Hey! I didn't say I'd go to your sex party. I just misheard you."
"Well, would you be interested in attending a MoTOWN party for school parents?" she re-asked.
I'll get the hang of this.