So, it's day three of school for D., and I have to say that as wary as I am of this placement, I am incredibly impressed with the effort being made by the school.
They told us that D. didn't qualify for the bus this year, because he's attending the school to which he's zoned, and it's less than 2 miles from our house. This is a problem because D. doesn't enjoy separating from Mr. WG in the morning.
Let me rephrase: D. becomes an absolutely hysterical basket case when separating from Mr. WG each morning.
Yesterday, the principal told Mr. WG that they would look into getting D's bus back, if that would ease his morning transition. Today. the principal called and left a message for me. I called her back, and we spoke for 10 minutes about the various supports she has put in place. She updated me on the bus situation, told me about the aide they've assigned to D. for the first hour of the day to support him, the information she's given his teachers, and so on.
They seem truly committed to making D. successful. I am grateful.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
First Impressions
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Labels: All My Children, General Hospital: Sotos Syndrome, One Life to Live: Learning to Live Differently
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3 comments:
Wow! I'm glad to hear they are trying to accomodate him. Hope it all works out!
This sounds like a wonderful start. Just having someone care makes the biggest difference.
Glad things are off to a good start...and I hope they stay that way!
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