I just called to make an appointment for one of my kids, and the lady on the other end of the phone asked the question I don't like. "Race?" I paused. And I don't know if it was quite long enough of a pause to inform the questioneer of my irritation, but I hope she noticed, at least. "Well, biracial: caucasian and african." EEW EEW EEW. I don't care about the funding and the categorizing and the BA-LONEY. This kid is a US Citizen, and a resident of your school district and I think protocall is uncalled for (in this case). After I hung up the phone, it occured to me that my kids might get some free stuff, having the benefit of a multi-cultural ethnicity. Finns get no cred' for being needy.
One of my girlfriends used to annoy the shiz out of me by singing, "Get Over It." I never liked that song, nor do I like the sentiment. She is much sappier now, and she would certainly not respond that way anymore. (You know who you are, you little Maple Leaf) She'd probably just listen to me vent, because she's awesome that way. And she doesn't try to fix it. She simply lets the words come out. Even if its more reading that listening recently, it feels good having her as part of this sounding board.
Anyhoo...might bug me to box up my kids into a certain race classification, but it prolly aint that bad to pull the race card once in a while. Stupid bureaucrats. (Can you get my kid in sooner, pretty please?)