Whenever I bring my laptop into our bedroom, a sign flashes
across the screen saying that Clovis Unified School denies access.
This has been going on for over 2 years!
I kept putting off calling the elementary school across the street
who is "denying access" thinking they would just be really nice
about it, apologize and then refer me to their main office. In other
words, they wouldn't know what to do about it either.
But I had lots of extra time today so I called.
The office lady answered and seemed polite enough at first.
I began: "I have a problem I'm hoping you can help me with or at
least point me in the right direction. We live on the next street
over, and we're not able to get the internet in one room of our
home because Clovis Unified is denying access."
I don't know why that struck a cord with her but it did. She came
flying back with, "You need to quit using our provider and get one
of your own."
"I'm not using your provider. We have our own provider, but
Clovis Unified denies access to our own provider. We don't want
to be on your provider. "
But before I got that last sentence out completely she interrupted
me and said, "So what is the name of your provider? What is the
name of your provider?" she asked me twice. Like she was daring
me to come up with something
"Well when you go to sign up next time DON'T choose Clovis
"I'm not choosing Clovis Unified! It just comes on and takes over."
Raising her voice a notch she says, "Mam, I can't help you. I can't
help you. You need to get your own provider and not use ours"
"I can't help you!" she interrupts even more irritated.
"Okay, thanks anyway."
Oh my. No progress there. But looking at the clock, when I called,
it was 3:45. Not probably the best time at an elementary school.
Maybe this woman was tired, and hungry. Maybe she had a fever
and sore throat. Maybe her husband just left her.
Whatever, this little experience gave me the chance to practice
It was easy to do having just read this on another blog today.
It's written by a man named Hank Smith:
like a lot of stress for a dad, so I prayed we would avoid it.
recovering, I heard people shouting in the room that shared a wall with our room. A man and a woman
were shouting at each other. We waited for a few minutes, but it didn’t stop. We couldn’t hear what they
were saying, but they sounded really angry and really frustrated.
with their baby in there? Besides, didn’t they just celebrate Christmas?”
wife had just had a baby and the people in the room next door were making it absolutely impossible for
her to sleep. The nurse at the desk was flustered, but promised me she would talk to them.
doctor pointed at the door of the room where all the shouting had come from the night before. He shook
his head and said, “Poor couple. Their baby passed away in delivery a few days ago.”
again, to the reality that everyone you meet is facing a battle you know nothing about.