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This.Don’t get me wrong. They are 13 year olds and appreciate the school asking parents/guardians to sign permission forms.But students at Hogwarts are-sent to forbidden forest for detentions,-face dragon in tournaments,-face dementors (at least Harry did),-practice hexes in class,-face dangerous magical creatures as part of course work (remember blast ended skrewts ?)-potions which could blow up when brewed incorrectlyand need a permission form to visit nearby village *facepalm*.Edit: The point of my answer is to highlight all dangers inside Hogwarts - detentions, classroom accidents etc against which visiting a village doesn’t seem to be an issue at all. And no, the other activities even though performed in presence of adults have more chances of accidents than a visit to a candy shop in Hogsmead.Think about Harry/Hermione/Neville/Draco ‘s detention in PS. Hagrid took them deep into forbidden forest and asked Harry/Draco to take a different route. Or about bludgers in Quidditch for instance. I know people “voluntarily” play for their team, still why can’t they “voluntarily” go to Hogsmead ?Also, this is not pertained to Harry’s years at Hogawarts.It’s just a pity they let the old punishments die out-Filch in PS. Which means in olden days there were much worse punishment than sending a kid into forbidden forest with a teacher. There was a death the last time there was a tri-wizard tournament.And if you guys go by numbers compare the known incidents at Hogsmead vs known incidents due to Hogwart’s activities.As I said I am all for permission forms, but this Hogsmead permission form is a joke considering its Hogwarts.

I began teaching the Gifted classes in our school district in 1985. That year, the Ramses II exhibit was sent from Egypt to tour the United States. This was a one time opportunity to experience the authentic statues, sarcophagi, and other relics of ancient Egypt. The tour was having a showing at the Prime Osborn Convention Center in Jacksonville, which was a beautiful, huge new facility able to hold the great monuments. I created a curriculum using research materials provided by the exhibit, plus a study guide with slides from a very prominent group in Jacksonville. This group was offering a course on Ramses and the exhibit, and was giving excellent resources to anyone who took the course. I took advantage of this opportunity to be better able to present the information to my classes. My school district highly approved my curriculum. Many parents were quite excited about the course and the upcoming field trip to the exhibit.I had an 11 year old girl in my class whose mom had grown up next to my grandparents. These neighbors raised their children very thriftily-meaning their diet consisted of items picked from my grandfather’s garden and handed out from Granny’s freezer. When the little girl was born, I was in college, but I remember her running in and out of my grandparents’s house uninvited, stealing cookies and candy, and even hiding under the beds. I installed deadbolt locks on my grandparents’ doors, which prompted Little Daphne to bang on the doors and yell. Years later, when I took over the Gifted program as Director, I was “lucky” to have Little Daphne placed in my class.This child believed she was free to run around in school from room to room as she wished, disrupting learning by her behavior. This had been a problem since she entered school. After many warnings from other teachers and reviewing her records, I began to doubt her qualification for my program as she demonstrated no interest in the enrichment found in my class. In fact, her class work was in her regular class was often incomplete and sloppily done. I met with the principle, teacher, and guidance counselor about my concerns, requesting support for discipline with the girl. They all assured me that they had exhausted many methods.My next step was to contact her mom with each infraction. I would discuss what Daphne had done, then let Mom know how I would handle this after an initial warning. Her mom was fine with having me deal with her child’s behavior and appreciated my attempt to work with her, but she did not follow up. Mainly, the mother only offered a long string of excuses or the genetic history of her daughter’s behavior-“She gets that from her dad!” There was no dad in the picture, so I had no contact with a father.Time came for students to sign up for our field trip to see Ramses II. The promise of this trip was a great motivation for high interest in our study. I was excited to see how well my students’ knowledge applied to the exhibit. The students signed up, took home permission forms, and returned the forms and their $5 payment. We were able to get reduced admission and pay for the school bus for only $5 each. Students and parent chaperones returned permission forms and payments promptly. I called a few with reminders, who took care of this immediately. But of course not Daphne! Her mom was a nurse and was employed then, but I still contacted her with a reminder several times- offering to help with payment if she would send in the permission form. She said she’d get it to me, but never sent anything.The deadline came to pay and I sent our money in to pay for tour tickets. Admission was limited, so tickets had to purchased in advanced. I let Daphne’s mother know the deadline has passed. I could not get her a ticket, so Daphne would remain with her teacher that day. Of course, the day of the trip, I arrived at this school with the bus to pick up the students and there was Daphne in line. I explained again to her for the 100th time that she had not paid nor returned a permission form. Of course, the girl threw a tantrum, so I had her escorted back to her class.The field trip was a great success. Several parents, our Art teacher, and one principal had chaperoned the trip. The principal told me this was the best organized school trip he had ever attended and was impressed with the students’ interest and knowledge. But all didn’t end well! A parent meeting was soon scheduled by Daphne’s mother. At the meeting with myself, the principal, and guidance counselor, the mom requested to withdraw Daphne from my gifted class because, as she claimed, “I was teaching about Ramses- a heathen!” I took the Bible from the bookshelf and asked her to turn to Exodus. I asked,”Who do you think the pharaoh is who Moses went to?” I then pulled out my materials given to me by my Jacksonville class. I asked her to read the author of the booklet. She read, “Written by Dr. Homer Linsey, Jr., and Reverend Jerry Vines of First Baptist Church, Jacksonville, Fl.”After a long, stunned silence, the mom complained I should have told her the source. I showed her signature on acceptance of my curriculum and reminded her that a copy of our reading had been sent home to her. She kept saying,”I didn’t know!” The principal asked her,”If you didn’t know, why did you say Mrs. Hooper was teaching about heathens?”

I am 18.Pros:Some would now consider me an adult.I can buy spray paint.I can access my own health forms (which I didn’t know I couldn’t do until I was 17 and was unable to retrieve my own vaccination records. WTF?)I no longer have to lie about my birthdate on website registrations or any sort of forms.I can say, “Don’t worry, guys— there’s an adult present.” Then I can immediately place blame/responsibility on someone else. Because I’m the adult.I don’t need parent permission for anything.Okay, I don’t legally need parent permission for anything. I still ask my mommy if I can do things sometimes.I can go to certain clubs, as long as I don’t drink.I can go to the store and give other adults that knowing nod like, “Yep. I’m an adult too. Just adulting about in all my maturity and responsibility. Good day, fellow adult.” It’s empowering.Cons:Some people would now consider me an adult.Responsibilities.I can no longer claim being a child as a way to get out of responsibilities.I’m almost 20 and 20 is old.People think that I know things?I have to make phone calls sometimes and that’s pretty scary.What is career??Cat leggings are becoming less socially acceptable, and that means I will soon have nothing to wear. Or maybe I just won’t care and I’ll wear them anyway.No one brings me Taco Bell. I have to get it myself.Some people still refer to me as a girl or a child, which bugs me.Grocery shopping is both inconvenient and the saddest way to watch money go. Why do things cost money.I have to problem-solve instead of calling my mom right away and that’s frustrating.Sometimes people call me “ma’am” and it makes me cry inside.I still can’t drink in the US. I don’t ever plan to, but I like having options.All in all, 18 is a weird time. I’ve got all the responsibilities of an adult but all the capabilities of a 3 year old.It’s terrifying.