Volunteer Permission Slip: Fill & Download for Free

By being delighted my child's teacher wants to expose my child to art and culture.By signing the permission slip.And likely by volunteering to be a chaperone.

At the end of 5th grade my son’s class had a class trip to a US Revolutionary War site in the next town over, Monmouth Battlefield State Park in Freehold New Jersey. As part of the tour provided by the Rangers, the Rangers had some fake toy weapons just like those from the time period and even a cannon that he would ask for volunteers to come up and help him demonstrate how the soldiers would stand in battle formation and even how they would operate the cannon, it takes a whole team of, I think, 5 or 6 men to fire the cannon. Anyhow, some of the boys being handed a toy flintlock rifle naturally began playing with them and even looking down the sights and pointing them at various things, no big deal, they were toys after all. When the trip was over and the classes back in school about 2 dozen of the boys were called down to the principal’s office without knowing why. It seems one of the teachers noticed the boys pointing the toy rifles at the teachers and other students. The 10 or so boys were being suspended for 2 weeks and were to wait for their parents to come pick them up. This would mean they would miss all end of year activities including class parties and graduation, this was a big year, they were going to middle school next year. The parents were quite upset when we were all gathered at the school and heard this. Until one parent finally asked who handed my son the rifle. I don’t remember signing a permission slip for my son to be handed a rifle. The principal’s head perked up real fast at that. He asked if the parent was a lawyer or something, cause they sure sounded like one. The next thing we knew all was being forgiven and the boys were allowed to return to school the next day and all end of year activities.

Long ago and far away, I had a GF with two daughters, 11 and 13.I got along really well with the kids. I let them put makeup on me and cut my hair (I had hair in those days) and helped with costumes for little plays they put on.A sleepover had been planned for a holiday weekend. Permission slips obtained, phone numbers of parents, allergies, etc.My GF’s grandmother died in Kingston about a week before the event and the girls were devastated. She was going to call it off as she had to attend the funeral.I volunteered to be the host.It took a bit of convincing, but she agreed.I went with her to personally meet ALL the parents, so they could assess me and judge.It was a pool party and sleepover and I provided my Red Cross life-saving certificate and my St John’s Ambulance trauma training certificate. I was CPR certified.One parent was a cop and he said he would like to run me through the system and I gave him all my personal details and a couple of personal references, one of which was a county court judge.I was asked about rules. No boys, no booze, no bad behaviour, no bikinis and full pyjamas. 11 pm call to their homes. Any transgression and their parents would be asked to pick them up.One family declined, but later relented. I agreed to not smoke for the duration.Twelve girls for roughly 30 hours.They were absolute angels and all of us had fun. The family room had five inflatable mattresses with tons of blankets and pillows. I watched TV in the living room.While they swam I was dressed in a ’20s lifeguard outfit with a pith helmet and an oversized whistle. I bought six disposable cameras for them to share.The two Jewish girls made me promise I wouldn’t tell about them eating hotdogs.Roughly noon, parents came to retrieve their kids.Consequences: three of the girls wanted me to host their birthday parties. They all wanted another pool/sleepover in August. I got a job offer from one guy to work at a youth centre. Told him I hated kids. What I did was a favour for two kids and a lady I cared about, not a calling. Of course, I did none of that and the GF and I parted ways just after Xmas that year.This was all long before the insidious curse of mobile phones. Had they been around in those days I would not even have suggested being in the same house as twelve girls.It wasn’t perfect. One vomit, one sunburn, one bed-wetter. My GF’s kids dealt with the latter.Fourteen years later one of the girls saw me at the food court in the Eaton Centre and she thanked me for a fun memory. I didn’t remember her, but I recalled the event.I try to live by the KISS method: Keep It Simple, Stupid. When you over-think, over-analyse and over-complicate things, it becomes a nightmare for all involved.