Blurb：
When Blair Robinson arrived early to pick up her daughter Anne Robinson from middle school, she never expected a simple jump rope would trigger a shocking chain of events. The Parent Committee chair Lola demanded all parents purchase a specific 180-dollar jump rope, but Blair refused since they already had a functional one. What followed was a confrontation with Martha from the Parent Committee, removal from the class group chat, and an ultimatum from homeroom teacher Ms. Zimmerman threatening Anne Robinson's expulsion if they didn't comply. With her husband Jacob Lancaster notified, Blair faces a battle against unreasonable school rules and the mysterious influence of the principal's wife. This school transition story explores parental rights, institutional pressure, and how far schools will go to enforce uniformity.Content：
Today is my daughter Anne's first day transitioning from elementary to middle school.I arrived at the school gate half an hour early, holding her favorite strawberry-flavored lollipop.
The school gate was packed with parents picking up their kids, chatting in small groups mostly about the new school and new classes.
I took out my phone to check if the teacher had posted any notices in the class group chat.
Opening my phone, I saw the class group icon had dozens of unread messages.
Clicking in, I found it was nothing but Parent Committee members discussing the purchase of the professional jump rope required for the PE exam.
Lola, the Parent Committee chair, sent a lengthy message saying the school requires everyone to buy a specific brand of jump rope, each costing 180 dollars, and urged everyone to sign up quickly.
Parents in the group quickly responded one after another.
I frowned; we still had a jump rope from last year that I bought for Anne. It was good quality, just a bit faded in color, and still perfectly usable.
I didn't join the sign-up in the group, thinking I'd just tell the teacher when I picked Anne up later.
A few minutes later, my phone notification pinged.
It was a private message from Martha from the Parent Committee, asking why I hadn't signed up to buy the jump rope.
I said we already have an old jump rope at home, so there's no need to buy a new one.
Martha immediately replied, saying this is a uniform rule and that we must buy the specified one; otherwise, it will affect the child's PE exam.
I thought it was a bit unreasonable, so I explained to her a few times that the old jump rope still works fine.
But Martha didn't listen at all and even said I wasn't cooperating with the Parent Committee and that I'd be holding the class back.
I didn't want to argue with her, so I didn't reply anymore.
Unexpectedly, not long after, I received a notice that I had been removed from the class group chat.
Seeing the message on my phone screen saying "You have been removed from the group by the admin," I felt both angry and helpless.
It's just not buying a jump rope—how does that mean I'm not cooperating?
Just as I was thinking this, my phone suddenly rang—it was an unfamiliar landline number.
I answered, and a serious female voice came through.
"Are you Blair Robinson, Anne Robinson's mom?"
I said yes, that was me.
"I'm her homeroom teacher, Ms. Zimmerman."
I quickly greeted Ms. Zimmerman, thinking something had happened to Anne at school.
But what Ms. Zimmerman said next left me completely stunned.
"Why didn't you buy the designated jump rope as required by the Parent Committee?"
I explained that we have an old one at home that can still be used.
Teacher Zimmerman sneered and said, "This is the school's rule, and it's also what the principal's wife wants, so you must buy it. If you don't buy it, that means you're not following the rules."
My heart sank. The principal's wife? What does she have to do with this?
"Teacher Zimmerman, it's just a jump rope. There's no need to be so strict, and the old jump rope really works fine."
"Strict?" Teacher Zimmerman's voice rose a few notches, "This is a matter of principle!"
"If you don't cooperate, then there's nothing I can do. Come to school tomorrow to handle Anne Robinson's withdrawal paperwork."
I just couldn't believe my ears—just because we didn't buy a jump rope, they want to have my kid expelled?
"Teacher Zimmerman, this is completely unfair!" I couldn't help but argue.
"There's nothing unfair about it; this is the school's decision, and it's what the principal's wife wants." After Teacher Zimmerman finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
I was holding the phone, my hands trembling.
What kind of logic is this? Are schools really this overbearing nowadays?
The more I thought about it, the angrier and more worried I became.
Anne just started at the new school—if she really gets expelled, what will she do?
I took out my phone and texted my husband, Jacob Lancaster, asking if he knew about the school's management and how they could have such a ridiculous rule.
But after waiting for a while, Jacob still didn't reply.
The crowd at the school gate gradually thinned as the kids lined up and walked out of the school.
I stood on tiptoe, scanning the crowd for Anne.
Finally, I spotted her—carrying a heavy backpack, head down, slowly trailing at the very end of the line.
I hurried over and handed her a lollipop.
Anne took the lollipop and whispered, "Mom," her voice carrying a touch of hurt.
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