Thursday, October 29, 2009

Variously.

1. I have this crazy-long post that I am STILL working on, and I may just give up and post it in parts or incomplete, because it's getting ridiculous and preventing me from actually POSTING.

2. My latest email to D's teacher:

Do you feel that it would be worthwhile for us to go to ARD and request an aide? I guess I have a couple of different thoughts -- in no particular order:

  • I desperately want D. to be able to function in the group, so that we have a chance of moving on to an inclusion classroom ultimately.

  • In the meantime, I want D. to acquire as many skills and learn as much as possible, and if that can only happen 1-on-1, then we have to do that as much as possible, so how can we do that within the constraints of the classroom?

  • If we give D. an aide, we run the risk of enabling his behaviors/making it to easy for him to hand tasks over to the aide.


Let me try to get a better understanding of what's happening in the classroom. What kind of group activities are you doing? And is D. physically getting up and walking away, or is it more of a tuning out? If the former, can one of your assistants stand behind him with hands on his shoulders to keep him in place and remind him that he needs to sit and stay? Weighted vest? Something like that? If the latter -- that's a sign that he is not understanding the material and needs the 1-to-1 in order to learn. In that case, maybe by bookending the group activity with a shortened, targeted, one-on-one lesson before and after. Then, he has to sit thru the group lesson, and even if he can't follow all of it, he's getting the info before and after, at his level. What do you think?


3. At the Day School the other kids attend, they are running a reading program. The kids have to read 10 books from a selected group of state award winners and write summaries. In cursive. Which this school never bothered to teach my kids, but whatever. Anyway, S. wrote 3 reports. I saw her work on them multiple times. And on Sunday she rewrote them again and I looked them over and she handed them in. And then her teacher sent home a note that said, "S. says you saw these, but I'm not sure if that's accurate."

Yes, that's right. She called my kid a liar.

And S. was hysterical because she had to redo them AGAIN, and she might not finish in time to participate in the ice cream social for kids who do the reports. And when I went to check on her in bed, she was crying, and she said, "You said they were OK, and she said they weren't good enough. I'm the only one in my class who couldn't do them." And So I went downstairs and sent the following email to her teacher:

S. showed me your notes on her Bluebonnet reports. While I agree that her reports are not great, there are several things I want you to know:

  • I did see her reports, but I don't like to correct all her mistakes at home. I think it's important that her teachers are aware of S's abilities, not mine.

  • S doesn't know how to write a proper book report. Part of this is a S. issue -- she has enormous difficulty differentiating important from irrelevant information -- but I really believe that part of it is that she has not had enough guided practice. She had those reports handed back to her multiple times, because I saw her writing them again and again. But, I feel like no one has taken the time to sit down with her and show her *how* to write a report.


S. was really sad that we didn't have time to sit down and redo her reports last night. She's upset that she won't get to be part of the social. And I think that it's a shame that a program that's designed to encourage reading and foster a love of it is leaving her frustrated and disappointed.

I'll work with her on these reports over the next few weeks. But I wanted you to know that she was telling you the truth when she said I saw them.


Her teacher replied:

Mrs. WG,

I assure you that I went over the summary writing process step-by-step in class more than once. Not to mention, the Gollywhopper Games summary was done or was supposed to be done in class. I first provided whole group instruction and then I sat down with students in small groups (groups of three) to provide more guided instruction. I certainly would not expect students to write a summary and not give them proper instruction on what to do. I can understand your frustration, but insinuating that I have shirked my responsibilities as S's teacher is quite offensive. It appeared to me that S was not following any of the guidance I was giving her and she was not completing the information that is required for the summary. At the same time, when the title of a book is not spelled correctly, it sets off a red flag for me. I sent the form home in an effort to make you aware of what information is required.

That being said, I don't have a problem with S attending the social on Thursday. You have made me aware that she is making progress toward completing the summaries more thoroughly and that is all I need to be aware of. I thought I made the students aware of this, but perhaps I was not clear enough. The summary portion is only one step in the process and I agree with you that it should not detract from the intended purpose which is to enjoy reading new books.


Got that? I offended her. Whatevs. Add her to the list of people who hate me. It's getting pretty long.

4. I got another email, from a different teacher, that was sent to all the parents of kids in the "Honors English" program for third, fourth, and fifth grades. Keep in mind the age of the students in question as we go through this.

Dear Parents,

I am very excited about this year's new honors reading and writing program and am proud to be teaching this section. Unfortunately, I have limited time with the students, and it is imperative that all assignments, especially homework, be completed prior to the students entering my room for their lessons. Please remember that learning is a building process and homework is essential to this development. The homework assignments are created to assist students' writing ability, reading comprehension, and analysis skills. These assignments are not optional.

My homework policy is as follows:

1.Homework is due when students enter the classroom. Work must be complete, stapled if necessary, and have a proper heading. Although work is accepted anytime prior to the deadline, no late work is accepted after the deadline. If you are absent the day the assignment is due, the assignment is expected the day you return. Long term assignments should be e-mailed to me the day they due if you are going to be absent.

2. Assigned reading is considered homework.

3. A complete heading must to be on all assignments.

Again, this program is only successful if students complete the outside work.

Thank you for your cooperation in this matter.


Now, it might have been helpful to tell parents AT THE START OF THE SCHOOL YEAR that you want papers stapled and headings written, because WE DO NOT READ MINDS. Also, the chances that I will EMAIL YOU MY FOURTH GRADER'S ASSIGNMENT BECAUSE SHE IS HOME SICK? NOT BLOODY LIKELY. Also, WTF?

So, I wrote her back and asked if, by chance, either of my daughters had done something to prompt this email. And she replied that S's entire class had not completed their homework, "and I cannot teach in this manner."

Lady, you have issues.

Wow, I feel much better now.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Can you help?

The note from D's teacher:

Mrs. WG,

D. is a wonderful child, but he is not always interested in our group activities in the classroom. He always feels tired or bored I guess. However, he works very well when I give him my undivided attention and work with him one-on-one which I can't do all the time. Is he getting enough rest and sleep at home?

By the way, he loves to work on the Leap Frog station, which is a good educational tool, and I'm using it as a reward for him when he finishes his work.

Do you have any suggestions? I appreciate your cooperation.

Thank you.


OK, peeps. He's not tired or bored. I mean, maybe he is, but that's not the problem. The problem is that when he doesn't understand what's going on, he tunes out completely. So, um, what do we do about that? I want him to be able to function as part of the group. How do we get there? Any brilliant ideas? Please?

Thank you.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Oy.

I have received TWO blog awards lately, and I am in the process of writing this awesome post -- seriously -- but it's taking some time. Sorry.

In the meantime, because I love you, I thought I would share the horribly depressing story of My Trip to the Grocery Store.

I had purchased some refrigerated cookie dough the other day, and I realized that in my deal-seeking-ness, I had actually wound up purchasing two packs of non-kosher cookie dough. So I had to go return them today.

I walked into the store and got in line at the customer service counter. The woman at the front of the line was asking questions about her half-eaten birthday cake. The woman behind her had a cart full of groceries, all in bags, her receipt in her hand, and three small children.

When the cake lady finished, the woman with the groceries stepped up and said, "I need to return all of this," and gestured to the full cart.

"All of that?" the cashier said.

"Sorry," the woman said, her eyes wide. It took me a couple minutes to figure out that she was trying not to cry. I'm telling you, my heart was breaking, and I wish I'd had the cash on hand to buy this lady her groceries. I keep thinking about those kids.

Oy.

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

The Dark Days

Sometimes D. can pass for normal. Sometimes, we are out and about, and he is quiet and cooperating, and he makes almost appropriate comments, and smiles and says hi in response to a stranger's greeting, and I know they don't know anything's wrong. Sometimes I get to pretend my kid is normal.

Then there are days like today.

Today, I returned home with a car full of groceries. D. spied the ice cream bars, so I gave him one. Then he saw the tubs of Pringles. And that, my friends, is when all hell broke loose. D. wanted Pringles, and he wanted them RIGHT NOW, and he was NOT going to take no for an answer. And to make his point clearly, he threw himself into a fit the likes of which you have probably never seen.

Imagine 110 pounds of muscle coming at you, fists flailing, legs kicking, teeth gnashing, all the while screaming at a decibel that could shatter glass. The girls were in the kitchen, and I quickly yelled for them to get out of the way, leave the area. They didn't need to be told twice.

D. kept up his fit for over 20 minutes. Twice, Mr. WG came out of his office and took D. upstairs, and twice D. returned, still screaming. It was horrific, and it was a not-too-subtle reminder that while my kid may pass for normal at times, he is definitely NOT neurotypical.

This kind of fit is the kind of thing most people just don't get about D. It's the reason I don't want to go to events, outings, whatever -- because I'm tired, and because I can't bear to think of what it would be like if he pulled this in public. It's unfair to his sisters, his brothers, and frankly, to us. I love him so much, but when he gets like this, I just want to make him someone else's problem.

And then, of course, I feel terrible for that thought. Because as much as I didn't ask for this job, D. certainly didn't ask for this sentence.

Sometimes, I am not a very nice person.

Scene: an outdoor carnival, sponsored by our local Friendship Circle, a group that provides assistance and support to the families of children with special needs. The carnival is in celebration of Sukkot, the holiday we are currently in the middle of.

When we arrived, one of the organizers spotted me and set my kids up with wristbands entitling them to all the rides they want for free, plus a meal ticket for every member of my family, also at no charge.

A few minutes later, I spotted a good friend and went over to say hi.

"I'm kind of annoyed," she said. "I thought this was free, but it's $15 for the ride pass and the food costs money, too."

"It's free for us," I said, a little smugly.

"What? Why?"

"Because I have a kid with special needs. Wanna trade? I'll pay the 15 bucks."

Heh.