I'll be on the yard again soon. In less than two weeks, I'll be blowing my whistle at evil-doers throughout the playground. I'll be spritzing the sweaty for at least the first month of school, armed with the spray bottle I keep in the refrigerator at the school. I'll be bandaging the walking wounded and fending off the hardly-scraped who will be trying their best to worm their way to the office for the precious baggie of ice doled out in all seriousness by concerned and caring office staff. I'll be benching kids and freeing benched ones who have done their time. I'll have followers, the meekest of the newly christened first graders, and I'll have avoiders, the boldest of the second grade bullies who remember me only too well from last school year.
About two months before school ended last term, I ponied up the $32 fee to get fingerprinted so I could become a bona fide employee of the school district, not just some lowly parent volunteer. I did so not for the money -- hell, I've not offset the fee yet, for God's sake -- but because I didn't want to be bumped from the days I wanted to do yard duty because some dipping-her-toes-into-the-employment-pool fellow parent wanted to keep her Tuesdays through Fridays free for book clubs and garden clubs and strip clubs. [Bite me.]
Do you know how much I contributed to the APPLE Plan, a Social Security Alternative Retirement Program, for part-time, temporary and seasonal employees? $9.04.
And I earned $.02 in interest.
Rockefeller had to start somewhere, yeah?