Saturday, September 24, 2011

“Rosie, get in here and help me.” Her mother yelled. They had been unpacking boxes since the moving truck left about 10:00 this morning.  Rosie was tired and hungry.  Her mother was determined, unappreciative and snappy. 
“Can’t we take a break now?  I’m so tired.  Does all this have to be done today?”
“Yes, it has to be done today.  I start my new job a week from today and I don’t want to come home and do this after working all day.”
“We could do some of it tomorrow.”
“I can’t sleep if my house is out of order.  Now put those towels in the linen closet and make sure the tails aren’t showing.”  Peggy like the towels put away so that when the closet door was opened, the folds were lined up in perfect rows.  She called the selvage edge of the towel ‘the tail’.  Rosie could never understand what difference it made.  No one except her and her mother looked in the linen closet and if they did, who cared how the towels were stacked.  They would still function as drying instruments, wouldn’t they? 
“Fine.  I will put the towel tails facing the back of the closet.  I should probably show people how we stack our towels.  Surely it’s worth a rung up on the social ladder.”  Rosie muttered under her breath.
“Rosie, have you laid out your school clothes yet?” 
“Mom, school doesn’t start for three days.  I have plenty of time.” Rosie answered; entering the room after what she called TTT duty—towel tail tucking.
“Yes, but we are going to register you tomorrow.  It is very important that you look right when you register.  First impressions are important.”
“I don’t think the registrar cares how I look.  Besides, after I’m registered, I’ll never see her again.”
“You don’t know that.  I think you should wear that gingham skirt with your white blouse.  That will make a good impression.”  It was 1968 and girls were still required to wear dresses to school.  “When you get to school, make sure that you don’t get mixed up with the wrong crowd.”
“Mom, have I ever gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd?”
“Well it is my job to make sure that you don’t.  Before you are allowed to go anywhere with a group of kids, I will need to meet them.  I must approve of the company you keep.”
“We have been over this before.  I know you want to meet my friends.  I don’t know why you can’t trust me.”
“I don’t trust you because I was young once.  I know what kids did then and you can’t tell me they don’t do the same thing now.  Let me tell you right now, you had better not sneak out of this house after I have gone to bed.”
“Mom, I have never once sneaked out of this house.  You always know where I am and when I will be back.”
“Well, just in case you think about it, you better think again.  I will find out where you are and come get you.  And you can believe I will make a scene in front of your friends.”
Rosie hung her head and quietly went to her room.  She was a good kid.  Her grades weren’t stellar, but she passed her classes and never caused problems in class.  Throughout her entire elementary days, she had never missed a recess, stood in the corner or in the hall, or been sent to the principal’s office.  In junior high school, she had never been sent to In School Suspension or Detention.  Her mother had never been called to the school for disciplinary reasons.  Rosie was rarely disciplined at home. She did what she was asked and wouldn’t dream of openly defying any authority.  It broke her heart when her mother started threatening her about things she hadn’t even thought about doing.  Sometimes, Rosie thought pleasing her mother was an impossible feat.
After she laid out the outfit that her mother wanted her to wear tomorrow to ‘register’, Rosie organized her closet and dresser drawers.  She wasn’t that much of an organization freak, but with this activity, she could satisfy her mother’s demand to work and avoid her ranting at the same time.
Peggy couldn’t refuse the promotion even with the stipulation relocating when the company offered it.  Being a single parent didn’t give her the luxury of turning down promotions no matter what the condition.  Rosie’s father hadn’t even stayed around long enough to see her birth and certainly hadn’t showed his face since then.  It was all up to Peggy to raise Rosie into a decent adult.  Peggy hadn’t forgiven her husband for leaving her.  She couldn’t even call him her ex-husband because he didn’t bother seeking a divorce.  Although she had long ago become accustomed to the stares and whispers, she was still determined to make the world pay for the injustices dealt her.  She interacted with people, including Rosie, in bulldog fashion—always on guard and ready to attack.
“Rosie, are you hungry?”
“Yes, what’s for dinner?”
“Let’s grab a burger.  I am too tired to cook.”  One advantage of the larger town was a variety of fast food places.  The raise wasn’t sufficient to eat out on a regular basis, but Peggy didn’t have to worry so much about making ends meet. 
The 50s style diner was not as clean as Peggy liked and smelled of old grease.  She and Rosie passed several empty booths because Peggy found something wrong with each.  One bench had a rip in the far corner. That would change the taste of the food.  One table was chipped on the edge.  Mom please, find a table already.  She refused another because a couple of boys sat in the adjacent booth—she didn’t like the way they looked at Rosie.  No different from the way any other man looks at me.  Another table wasn’t acceptable because it was still wet after being cleaned. 
“Why don’t we sit at the bar?”
“Ladies do not sit at the bar.  Only women looking for a pick up sit on a bar stool.”
“Even at a diner?”
“Don’t argue with me.  We are not sitting on a bar stool.  We will sit in a booth like ladies.”
Finally Peggy decided on a booth that was acceptable.  Good thing.  It’s the last one. Rosie thought as she sat down.  The young waitress headed for their table with menus in hand. 
“What can I get for you today?”
“Rosie, what do you want?”
“I want a cola and small burger with fries, please.”
“And for you ma’am.  What would you like?”
“I will take the same, but I require a straw with my drink.” 
Rosie hated it when her mother talked to people that way.  She couldn’t say, ‘may I have a straw, please’.  She had to demand everything.  The quick look of disdain on the waitress didn’t get past Rosie.  By the time her mother looked up, the waitress had composed herself so that her thoughts weren’t obvious.  Rosie knew it would be pointless to try to discuss the matter with her mother.  Peggy never thought she was wrong and certainly wouldn’t admit it to Rosie.  She believed that parents were never wrong and should accept nothing less than 100% respect from their child. 
The burgers were fair, the French fries cold and the colas warm.  Peggy left a small tip and then complained to the management.  Rosie had the pleasure of hearing the encore performance on the way home.  Arriving at the house, Rosie feigned exhaustion and went to her room for the rest of the night.  She was tired—of her mother.  Peggy could talk more and say less than anyone else Rosie knew.  Sometimes when Rosie was tired, she thought she would scream if she heard another human word.
The next day was hot and humid.  However, Rosie dressed to please her mother, including hose and small heels to attend the production of ‘registration’.  That was the way Rosie saw it.  Nothing was simple with her mother.  Everything was a production and this day looked like a stellar performance.  Peggy gave Rosie a once over to make sure that everything was perfect—Rosie called it ‘inspection’.  They drove to the school as soon as Peggy was satisfied that Rosie was presentable.
The school sat on the hill coming into town.  A large, older building, it looked in need of some major renovation.  The tall concrete steps leading into the main building had some large cracks due to their advanced age.  The interior of the building was dark and somewhat depressing.  The office was in the main hallway between the counselor’s and nurse’s offices.  Peggy and Rosie were greeted pleasantly when they entered. 
“I need to register my daughter for the fall semester, please.”
“Alright, if you will just fill out these papers, we can get started.  Did you bring her records from the old school?”
“Yes, I did.  Here they are.”  Peggy handed Rosie’s report card and attendance record to the registrar.
“Do you have the disciplinary records?”
“No, they were not given to me.  I didn’t know they would be needed.”
“Let me call the Assistant Principal.”  She said, picking up the phone.  “Mr. Farienthold, I have a new student registering and the parent didn’t bring the disciplinary records.  Yes sir, I have it right here.”  She proceeded to give the name and phone number of Rosie’s old school to the Assistant Principal over the phone.  Then she hung up the phone and resumed helping Peggy complete the needed paper work.  She typed the information on the electric IBM typewriter.  The little ball that stamped letters on the paper spun so fast Rosie thought it was going to fly out of the machine.  It reminded her of the top she used to spin for hours on the kitchen floor. 
A door on the left side of the registrar’s desk opened and a small man with dark complexion stepped out.  He extended his right hand to Peggy.  “Good morning, I’m Assistant Principal Mike Farienthold.”
Peggy returned the smile and introduced herself.  “This is my daughter, Rosie.  We just moved to town and I wanted to make sure we registered her in time to get her supplies for the first day.”
“We are so glad you moved to our town and Rosie we are looking forward to working with you this year.”
“I’m afraid Rosie is not a very good student.  She does pass her courses, but that is about it.  But I want you to know that you have my full support.  Anytime she is sent to the office, you call me at work and I assure you it won’t be pleasant for her.”
“I’m sure Rosie will have no problems this year.”
“I know how these kids act up in school.  If my daughter is one of them, I will take care of it.”
“I just spoke to the Principal at her old school and he said Rosie never gave them a minute’s trouble.  He said that he wished they had more like her.  He described her as quiet, respectful and polite.”
“He was being kind, I’m sure.  I don’t want you going home at night and worrying about disciplining my daughter.  You will have my support.”
Rosie saw the almost undetectable look exchanged between the Mr. Farienthold and the registrar.
“Why don’t you complete the paperwork while I take Rosie on a tour of the building?  That way she won’t have any problems on the first day.”
“Oh that would be lovely.  Thank you.  Rosie, remember to mind your manners and say thank you.”
Mr. Farienthold and Rosie went next door to the counselor’s office.  “Mrs. Henry, I’d like for you to meet a new student.  This is Rosie Davis and she will need to talk to you about her schedule.”
“Hello, Rosie.  I like for the students to come see me anytime they need to talk.  All the teachers have special passes for students who need to see me.  All you have to do is ask for one.”
“Thank you.  I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“Rosie, I brought you to visit with Mrs. Henry because I think you might need to talk to her sometimes.  Being the new student in school isn’t easy.  Why don’t you just remember where her office is located, just in case?”
Rosie assured them that she would remember where the counselor’s office was, but doubted that she would ever go there.  The only problem she had was her mother.  How does one explain her mother? 
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