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Jonathan Tobin: Defending the Right to a Jewish State

Heather Hale: Compliment your kids without giving them big heads

Megan Shauri: 10 ways you are ruining your own happiness

Carolyn Bigda: 8 Best Dividend Stocks for 2015

Kiplinger's Personal Finance editors: 7 Things You Didn't Know About Paying Off Student Loans

Samantha Olson: The Crucial Mistake 55% Of Parents Are Making At Their Baby's Bedtime

Densie Well, Ph.D., R.D. Open your eyes to yellow vegetables

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Rabbi Yonason Goldson: Clarifying one of the greatest philosophical conundrums in theology

Caroline B. Glick: The disappearance of US will

Megan Wallgren: 10 things I've learned from my teenagers

Lizette Borreli: Green Tea Boosts Brain Power, May Help Treat Dementia

John Ericson: Trying hard to be 'positive' but never succeeding? Blame Your Brain

The Kosher Gourmet by Julie Rothman Almondy, flourless torta del re (Italian king's cake), has royal roots, is simple to make, . . . but devour it because it's simply delicious

April 14, 2014

Rabbi Dr Naftali Brawer: Passover frees us from the tyranny of time

Greg Crosby: Passing Over Religion

Eric Schulzke: First degree: How America really recovered from a murder epidemic

Georgia Lee: When love is not enough: Teaching your kids about the realities of adult relationships

Cameron Huddleston: Freebies for Your Lawn and Garden

Gordon Pape: How you can tell if your financial adviser is setting you up for potential ruin

Dana Dovey: Up to 500,000 people die each year from hepatitis C-related liver disease. New Treatment Has Over 90% Success Rate

Justin Caba: Eating Watermelon Can Help Control High Blood Pressure

The Kosher Gourmet by Joshua E. London and Lou Marmon Don't dare pass over these Pesach picks for Manischewitz!

April 11, 2014

Rabbi Hillel Goldberg: Silence is much more than golden

Caroline B. Glick: Forgetting freedom at Passover

Susan Swann: How to value a child for who he is, not just what he does

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Financial Tasks You Should Tackle Right Now

Sandra Block and Lisa Gerstner: How to Profit From Your Passion

Susan Scutti: A Simple Blood Test Might Soon Diagnose Cancer

Chris Weller: Have A Slow Metabolism? Let Science Speed It Up For You

The Kosher Gourmet by Diane Rossen Worthington Whitefish Terrine: A French take on gefilte fish

April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

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April 4, 2014

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Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

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Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

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April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

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Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

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Jewish World Review Feb. 7, 2008 / 1 Adar I 5768

Chaperone duty is not an easy process

By Marybeth Hicks

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http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | The thing about caller ID is that it tells you only where a call originates, not what it's about. So when the phone rings and the name of my children's school appears on the handset, I have no choice but to answer it.

Suppose someone is sick? Or hurt? Or in trouble with the assistant principal?

Maybe it isn't a call concerning one of my children, but the child of a family for whom I'm the emergency contact.

I'm compelled to answer the call, but in retrospect, I wish I had let the answering machine take a message the other day. That way I could have avoided this stint as chaperone at the middle school Activity Night.

Instead, conscientious mom that I am, I say, "Hello?"

The voice on the other end is businesslike and efficient. "Mrs. Hicks, this is Tory. Would you please chaperone our Activity Night tomorrow? If we don't get one more parent, we'll have to cancel."

Tory is a classmate of my son, Jimmy. She's only in the eighth grade, but her telephone skills are Trump-worthy. I feel like I'm talking to Ivanka and she's summoning me to meet with the Donald.

Given the urgency with which Tory makes her case, coupled with my bad habit of saying "yes" to volunteer work when I want to say "no," I say "yes."

Then I say, "By the way, Tory, what does Jimmy think about me chaperoning this Activity Night?"

"He's right here. I'll ask him." Tory comes back on the line with the answer I pretty much expect: "Jimmy says don't do it."

"In that case, sign me up."

Thus, I am roped into spending this evening roaming the school gym, my arms folded across my chest in the universal "parent/authority figure" posture, saying things like, "Don't run" and "Slow down" and "You can't have soda in this area."

In addition to enforcing the rules about eating and walking, there's a new rule — one that hasn't been needed before: Students must refrain from using their cell phones. "They can only use their phones to call their parents for a ride home," says the teacher in charge. "No calling or texting during the evening."

Seems like a good rule to me, but then my son is one of the only boys in his grade who doesn't have a cell phone.

Sure enough, there is a girl near my perch who is using her phone. I walk over, tap her on the shoulder and say, "Honey, I'm sorry, but you'll have to put the cell phone away until the end of the night. The teacher says no phones allowed unless you're calling home for a ride."

What happens next makes me feel as if I am transported from adulthood — a place where I am quite confident and self-possessed — to junior high, a place where I felt inadequate, inarticulate and ill-equipped.

This is because the eighth-grade girl to whom I spoke looks directly at me, curls her overglossed upper lip and says, "Right."

Not, "right" as in "No problem, Mrs. Hicks. I'm happy to cooperate." But "right" as in "rrrrriiiiiiight." Sarcastic, condescending and bold.

So I say, "Right." As in, "Right. Put the phone away."

And she says "Rrrrrrriiiiiiiight." As in "Right ... but you don't seriously think I am going to listen to you, do you?"

I say, "Is there something about this rule you don't understand?"

And she says, "I'm just processing this, that's all." Then she slowly puts her cell phone in her back pocket.

She's processing?

I start processing, too. "Process this," I'm thinking. "I'm an adult and you're a disrespectful kid. I asked you to put your cell phone away in accordance with the rule, and when I speak to you I expect a courteous and cooperative response."

I don't say this, of course. After all, while I may be able to make a fine case for showing respect to adults, my son has to go to school with this girl come Monday morning. Instead, I resume my chaperone post.

I'm incredulous none the less. For the next hour, I monitor my area and clean up popcorn spills, wondering how a 13-year-old girl has the nerve to speak to an adult as if I am her peer — and not just a peer, but one she finds annoying.

Then again, I'm guessing this is a lesson she has learned at home from parents who probably don't care one way or the other how she speaks to them.

Come to think of it, why am I a chaperone for middle school Activity Night and not her parents?

That's it. The next time I'm asked to chaperone, I'm going to say "no" — but I know just who I'll suggest be called to take the job.

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