Magnets that DO NOT attract....
Ok, time to write about my kids. Well, just one of them for now.
Emily, my darling 15-year old, is utterly and completely amazing, as I have mentioned before. She started playing the guitar a few years ago, and she's gotten really, really good. She's writing songs - music and lyrics - and I think it's just the coolest thing ever. She's also taking Journalism this year, and she seems to have a knack for writing as well. So, in order to cultivate her many talents, I had decided last summer to try and get her enrolled in one of the magnet schools in Dallas for the next school year - either performing arts or communications.
And that, my friends, is where the happiness ends.
We obtained an application from her school - with no instructions or information, thanks very much. I filled out the form and gathered the necessary documents. The application did have one specific request - No Faxed Applications Accepted. Fine, that's not a problem, I can mail it to them since I still don't have a car. I actually sent it to her first-choice school (performing arts) via FedEx so I could track it and everything. A week later, I received the application back in the mail with a sticky note attached that said "We do not accept applications thru the mail." Really? Ok, so no faxing, no mailing, I guess this means I have to deliver it in person? I called the school to ask them about this policy and to explain my transportation situation. The lady was so rude to me! I don't think I have ever been talked down to so badly! She told me over and over (as if I didn't hear her the first 3 times she said it) that the application states 'No mailed applications'. Well, I was staring right at it while on the phone with her, and nowhere did it say that! She argued with me, called me sir, and eventually hung up on me.
I was pissed. The deadline for applying was around the corner, and I didn't know what to do. I talked to Emily. She says she would rather apply for the Journalism program at the other magnet school. Great! So I called them. Not only were they nice, but their deadline was a few weeks away! Awesome! That would give me plenty of time to arrange a ride over there - which actually turned out to be a much bigger pain in the ass than I thought, but that's another story. I got my google map and we headed to the school.
Sight unseen, this sounded like a great school. But when we got there, and looked around the neighborhood, I began to wonder if this was a good idea. The school is *literally* across the street from the projects. Right at the corner of Hatcher and Malcolm X Boulevard - I should have known. The school was ok, but not terribly impressive. I'm pretty sure we were the only white people in the entire building. After much consideration, and much freaking-out by my lovely daughter, we've decided that it's just not the right place for her.
I don't understand why they would put a magnet school in such an awful neighborhood. She would have been scared to go there, and I would have been terrified of her having to take a bus to get there. Does that make me racist? I don't know. It was just way out of our comfort zone.
Emily, my darling 15-year old, is utterly and completely amazing, as I have mentioned before. She started playing the guitar a few years ago, and she's gotten really, really good. She's writing songs - music and lyrics - and I think it's just the coolest thing ever. She's also taking Journalism this year, and she seems to have a knack for writing as well. So, in order to cultivate her many talents, I had decided last summer to try and get her enrolled in one of the magnet schools in Dallas for the next school year - either performing arts or communications.
And that, my friends, is where the happiness ends.
We obtained an application from her school - with no instructions or information, thanks very much. I filled out the form and gathered the necessary documents. The application did have one specific request - No Faxed Applications Accepted. Fine, that's not a problem, I can mail it to them since I still don't have a car. I actually sent it to her first-choice school (performing arts) via FedEx so I could track it and everything. A week later, I received the application back in the mail with a sticky note attached that said "We do not accept applications thru the mail." Really? Ok, so no faxing, no mailing, I guess this means I have to deliver it in person? I called the school to ask them about this policy and to explain my transportation situation. The lady was so rude to me! I don't think I have ever been talked down to so badly! She told me over and over (as if I didn't hear her the first 3 times she said it) that the application states 'No mailed applications'. Well, I was staring right at it while on the phone with her, and nowhere did it say that! She argued with me, called me sir, and eventually hung up on me.
I was pissed. The deadline for applying was around the corner, and I didn't know what to do. I talked to Emily. She says she would rather apply for the Journalism program at the other magnet school. Great! So I called them. Not only were they nice, but their deadline was a few weeks away! Awesome! That would give me plenty of time to arrange a ride over there - which actually turned out to be a much bigger pain in the ass than I thought, but that's another story. I got my google map and we headed to the school.
Sight unseen, this sounded like a great school. But when we got there, and looked around the neighborhood, I began to wonder if this was a good idea. The school is *literally* across the street from the projects. Right at the corner of Hatcher and Malcolm X Boulevard - I should have known. The school was ok, but not terribly impressive. I'm pretty sure we were the only white people in the entire building. After much consideration, and much freaking-out by my lovely daughter, we've decided that it's just not the right place for her.
I don't understand why they would put a magnet school in such an awful neighborhood. She would have been scared to go there, and I would have been terrified of her having to take a bus to get there. Does that make me racist? I don't know. It was just way out of our comfort zone.