Mother May I

At some point during any given school year, one of my students, will hand me a note, supposedly written by either a parent or guardian, allowing either the student themselves or a person desiring a ride home with them, the permission to ride, and/or to get off at an alternate bus stop from the one they are originally assigned to.

Some of the notes I have been handed, over the years, have been creative, a few of them, somewhat believable. Others, however, left no question in my mind as to who may have drafted the makeshift permission slip.  Until this year, my hands down favorite, was a student written note, scrawled out on spiral notebook paper, written with a highlighter.  Any time one of my students hands me one of these handcrafted gems, I am thrown into a position that requires me to call them out on their mischievous forgery.

The quote that comes to mind when this happens is…

“I might have been born at night, but it sure as heck wasn’t last night.”

This year, I have in my possession my new favorite parent forgery, by far!  I received this note just two days before the end of the school year, from one of my elementary school students.  Yes, you read that correctly…elementary.

I was about half  way through my elementary route when two of my fourth grade girls informed me that they had a note for me and started waving this, said note in the air. When I stopped the bus, I asked the girls to bring the note forward.  Before I had an opportunity to look at the note, I began spewing forth the proper protocol for requesting a temporary alternate stop location.

I had to hold back a laugh when I received the note, pictured below.  I gently tried to explain why I could not allow the child to get off where the note indicated.  I was met with protests and the threat of unshed tears welling up in one of the children’s eyes. Shortly after I was handed the handwritten permission slip, one of the same girls held up her iPhone and said, “Here, here is a text from my mom that says I can get off at my friends stop.”

Sadly, I could not accept the text message as permission either.

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By far, the sweetest forgery, of all time!

 

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