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Drop off circles may just be the bane of my existence.

I don't get it. We can successfully send a man to the moon but no one on this planet can figure out how to design a functional pick-up/drop-off lane at school.

The rules for our school's "circle" are simple: Move Quickly, People.

This means that no, you may not put your car in park, hop out and walk your child to the door of his classroom located at the other side of the building.

It's bad enough cars are passing when they shouldn't be and kids are almost getting creamed on a regular basis as they try to exit the cars, but really, it doesn't help when you park. And then leave your own car.

It's a drop off circle.

That means you drop the kid off and then you drive away. Quickly.

The drop off circle is meant for those mom's who just want to get away and enjoy the silence that sweeps through the car the second that kid gets out. Mom's like me.

I get that you're a much better mom than all those other pathetic mothers (im)patiently waiting their turn in the drop-off circle while you walk hand in hand with your child to their classroom, warmly greeting the teacher each and every morning; but know that we are much better Rule Followers than you and you never know if they'll be handing out awards for that. But if they do, I'm pretty sure you will not be nominated. Just sayin'.

Comments

Rebecca said…
Ugh! So, I'm not the only one with this complaint? I eventually quit using the circle and now drop him off somewhere else...without a line of cars. I understand the first couple of weeks for a first-year student when they're scared of leaving mommy, but after that there is no reason to hold their hand all the way to the door.
Greg said…
Lots of people like to start their day with their feet running. Since the speed limit in any school zone is 15mph, what a better opportunity to get those feet running...am I right or what!!
Becca said…
I'm already having panic attacks about this and it's a little more than a year away. Mine go to a preschool where we *have* to walk them to their classroom and I have offered many times to pay double tuition if someone would come to my car to collect them from me.

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