Wednesday, 7 May 2014

You can call me "guv".

A few months ago I felt prompted to apply for the role of parent governor at our school. The hubby and I have always thought that we would like to stand for it, A) to make decisions on important stuff,
B) to be more involved in our kids lives  and 
C) to be nosey.  
(Less A and B as much as C, if I'm honest.) 
(Not really, depending on who's reading this.) 

So I applied for it. 

I'm very, um, day-dreamy, I suppose you could call it, so I've never even toyed with the idea before. I can't really imagine me in meetings, talking about financial implications of something financial and other important official things. But this time I really wanted to do it and I can't really explain why that was. However I decided to apply for it because in my experience (around 6 years in this school), lots of people more popular and intelligent than me always apply and I thought it was pretty obvious I wouldn't win the vote. And I wasn't wrong. 

I must just interject at this point that the hubster once applied for parent governor position when our oldest was in reception. There were only 3 others that applied but he didn't get it. He only got 6 votes and 2 of those were from us. (We laugh about it now but back then....oh dear.) 

So I really didn't think I would win the popularity contest, and felt safe in applying. 

Then a few days ago the headmistress came to me and congratulated me. I looked blankly at her and thought "does she think I'm pregnant?" She registered my confusion and hurriedly explained that I had been appointed parent governor and that I should've been informed by now. I smiled and tried to hide the fear that I felt burning in my eyes. Then rang the husband to gloat. 

It turns out that no-one else even applied for the position and I was the only one. My goodness God, you have a sense of humour.  I won by default. 

Of course secretly I'm pleased and quite excited about the next chapter of my unwritten journey (bleurch) and of what the future holds. I have day dreamy moments of saving the school from closure or being commended by the headmistress for rescuing the pupils during a fire or (and this is my favourite), being given a bottle of wine at Christmas as a thank you for my attention to detail in the last financial meeting about important implications of financial things. 

My goodness I'm going to be tedious to live with. Haven't even been to my first meeting yet but am demanding the husband call me Guv and throw petals in front of me as I walk. He hasn't yet but I'm fairly confident I can make him........