So the school is about to celebrate its centennial. Kind of a big deal. I was a senior when they celebrated the seventy-fifth. Remember it well.
And I got this letter in the mail. (Hold on a second.)
I'll say it came at a bad time. Things have been a little heavy in my world. And the teaching profession is not exactly in a feel-good mode right now. But you know what? Things were kind of heavy back in those days of work there as well. I still have anxiety-ridden dorm dreams.
So I'll share my response with you, because you know what? Man, it pi$$ed me off.
I would like to express my reaction to a letter I received offering an invitation to attend the Centennial Reunion at a "discounted rate." While I was well aware of the occasion due to the numerous mailings and did NOT plan on attending, I found the letter and invitation I received from you to be highly insulting.
I realize that there are many former faculty members that you may wish to include in the event. I also realize that there are alumni faculty members who, perhaps, may have a somewhat more vested interest in attending the festivities. However, it may be the case that some of these former faculty members put in a more substantial amount of time into their work at __. For example, I put eight years into my work at ___. I was a dorm head each of those years for 29-36 students, taught, advised, and perhaps influenced kids numbering into the hundreds during those years. I had my sons while at ___, and they spent for the first few years in the dorms, providing that "family atmosphere" and supervision ___ proudly and successfully offered its students throughout its one-hundred years.
Perhaps you mean well with your "discount" but does that discount acknowledge the eight years worth of hours I spent in the middle of the night sitting up with kids in the hospital? Awaiting news on runaways? Calling a mother in another country to inform her that her daughter was expecting a child? (The baby was named after me and is graduating from high school next month -- I couldn't be prouder of her and her mother.) Sitting with a girl to prevent her from committing suicide while her parents rushed to (town) from New York? Inviting kids into my home for countless dinners, brownies, band-aids, and well-needed listening and attention?
Frankly, your form-letter invitation to a discounted "once-in-a-lifetime opportunity" was nothing short of insulting and belittling to the time I spent dedicated to a school that I believed had been so integral to my growth and development. Twelve years of my life and dedication merits me...a discount for a dinner dance?
I'm also quite certain that in the course of the events that weekend, a picture of me interviewing Sargent Shriver (that's me in the red dress) for the (school newspaper) may surface, reminiscing about the seventy-five year celebration of ___. There's a little piece of ___ history I felt attached to as well.
So, I am replying with a resolute NO THANK YOU to your invitation. Additionally, please remove me from any mailing lists (fundraising, invitations, magazines, etc.) from ___. I can assure you that I have made my contribution and I wish for no more requests. I would, however, appreciate continuing to receive any death notifications of former classmates. I trust that you will be able to indicate my preference in your database.