I might be paranoid, but I think the elementary school doesn't like me. Maybe I left a bad taste in their mouths last year over the fight to have Claire's tutors in the classroom. I've signed up to be a volunteer in Anne's and Claire's classroom and in the library. Only the library has asked for me. When I go in to spy on Claire, I often see lots of other parent in there. Hmmm.
Claire ended kindergarten last spring in a really good place. She was almost indistinguishable from her peers and hadn't had a tutor with her in the classroom for about 2 months. We continued her therapy at home over the summer, then ended her therapy just before school started. (Ah, I was so happy. I felt like such a hero for keeping the tutors coming for so long. And it was so nice to have them finally gone.) This morning I went in to spy on her. It was discouraging, agonizing, and depressing. While the other kids hurried to finish their morning worksheet, she pressed on her desk with her hands and looked around the classroom. She is the class messenger this week, so while I was watching she and another little boy left to make some deliveries to the lunchroom. She seemed excited, and maybe being a messenger is distracting her. I'll have to spy next week to see if she's doing better without a special job to look forward to. If not, are we going to have to have tutors in the classroom at the beginning of every school year to retrain her? Gah!
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