Parents should be involved in their children’s education, I think. So I let myself get suckered into serving as president of the local music school PTA for the last two years. I resigned at last night’s meeting, and it was a relief.
I am neither a public speaker nor an organized person. I had to give a report last night on what I’d done in the last year or two. It went okay, better than I’d feared. Having root canal earlier in the day sort of relativized it, or, at least, it put me in a daze so I sort of glided through.
I started a school newspaper, the organization bought a bunch of instruments for the school, including a concert harp, etc etc. Then I said I was resigning (it was no surprise), they gave me a going-away present of tulips (my favorite flower) and a bottle of Irish whiskey, we elected a new president, sat around saying blah-blah-blah for a while, then ate little sandwiches and drank champagne and red wine.
Nothing humiliating happened the entire evening. A real blogging disappointment. Well, one woman, sort of a retired homewrecker, very charismatic woman, told me I needed more self-confidence. That and a haircut. She kept touching my hair, and heckled the new president. It made me wonder if she maybe needed to get her meds adjusted, or whether she’d been drinking before the meeting.
“Normally I’m not crazy about short hair, but you’re an exception.”
And another woman there had recently split from her husband. Suddenly, she’s 20 lbs lighter, wearing makeup and a plaid miniskirt and looking good, despite the plaid. What is it with this strange attraction divorcees exert on married men, anyway? (Hi, Alpha! Just kidding!)
So I need self-confidence. (And a haircut.) Maybe I am too nice. Feh.