Driving Me Crazy!
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Today I intended to write about my daughter’s scare with appendicitis, but I’ve tossed that into the backseat in favor of grumbling about administrative mess-ups.
My daughter, Christina, (she of the appendicitis scare) is scheduled to test for her driver’s license on the 26th of this month. Appointments are scheduled two months out, so if you miss one, you’re plumb out of luck for at least sixty days. That’s, like, a kajillion in teen years.
In preparation for her test, she acquired her Driver’s Ed certificate from the main office at her high school and trekked over to the attendance office to obtain her certificate of attendance. She is also required to have an ADAP (Alcohol and Drug Awareness Program) card, proof that she completed the ADAP course. That was when the trouble started. It seems that the ADAP course has nothing to do with driver’s ed, but is typically acquired through completion of the high school’s health class. Except, buttercup, the high school neglected to include health in Christina’s curriculum.
As you might imagine, I received a frantic phone call from my young ‘un, complete with copious tears, informing me that because the school never assigned the health class she never received the ADAP curriculum and would not, therefore, be able to get her license as scheduled. Horrors!
I did my mommy duty and contacted the school administrator who directed me to the Georgia Department of Driver Services’ website for ADAP info. Hallelujah! A class was being offered—this very night!—through a local police department and, according to the online information, my kidlet could attend. Not so. We arrived at the PD and were told, uh-uh, the class is only for homeschoolers and private school students. Kids enrolled in public education must either complete the ADAP through their high school health class or take the course online. The online class may only be accessed through application by a high school administrator, so you know who I’ll be bribing/begging/meeting with tomorrow. I wonder which is more appropriate for groveling before a high school administrator? Cookies or tiramisu?
Will this be an easy fix or a head-on collision? Why did the school neglect to assign a mandatory class (three years running), causing this whole kerfluffle? Why did the DDS website omit the information that the evening class was not available to public school students, causing yours truly to drive all over creation looking for the blasted police department, only to be turned away? Why, oh, why, am I out of Peanut M&Ms when I need them the most? Why?
Scintillating questions with no answers forthcoming. I will, however, footnote this tomorrow with a blurb about my upcoming adventures with the high school administrators. If all the stars align and the moon is in Jupiter with Neptune rising…or whatever…I’ll be able to applaud the prompt and cheerful assistance to this matter by a government employee. A natural optimist, I really believe it will happen.
Til tomorrow –