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- Northern NJ, USA
When I get another phone eventually the tone for the high school will be from Monty Python's Flying Circus. Much more fun than The Twilight Zone. Today was the first day and my daughter is new to the high school. The first stop was the security desk. The officer addressed my daughter " Hi! Do you have your schedule? Do you know your homeroom? I think we're in first period right now, you can go on up".
My girl was just standing there looking glazed. I was struggling to find the right words...emphasizing the word exceptional. Then we got sent to the guidance office. Once again " Hi! Do you have your schedule? What class are you supposed to be in now? Do you know who your teacher is?".
<<<I'm not going to say what I'm thinking right now. You bingo brains can see the designation on her records. She has been in a mixed grade contained class every year. You can't give her a list and tell her to find room numbers. Even if she thinks to ask someone for directions she might not be able to follow them. Don't look at me like I'm nuts. I know her better than you do, this situation is nuts. I don't want her lost and crying in a hallway because she doesn't have a clue where she is supposed to be.>>>
What they should have for special needs kids is a volunteer buddy. Somebody to walk with them to classes and lunch. They wouldn't have to stay in the classes, but they could follow the students schedule. I mean if a child has a physical disability they give them a helper. Our taxes are high enough that you'd think the school could manage the same for cognitive disabilities too.
I mean I don't want to baby her. Of course you want them to learn as much independence as they can. But...sigh...The example I used today with her brother...
One day we were in the car and I mentioned I had to send a card for her uncle's birthday. She asked me how old he is. The running joke has always been that her uncle will be twenty five and fabulous forever. I chuckled and said " He'll be 25". She smiled and that was that...her uncle is a year older than me.
Yup, definitely Monty Python
My girl was just standing there looking glazed. I was struggling to find the right words...emphasizing the word exceptional. Then we got sent to the guidance office. Once again " Hi! Do you have your schedule? What class are you supposed to be in now? Do you know who your teacher is?".
<<<I'm not going to say what I'm thinking right now. You bingo brains can see the designation on her records. She has been in a mixed grade contained class every year. You can't give her a list and tell her to find room numbers. Even if she thinks to ask someone for directions she might not be able to follow them. Don't look at me like I'm nuts. I know her better than you do, this situation is nuts. I don't want her lost and crying in a hallway because she doesn't have a clue where she is supposed to be.>>>
What they should have for special needs kids is a volunteer buddy. Somebody to walk with them to classes and lunch. They wouldn't have to stay in the classes, but they could follow the students schedule. I mean if a child has a physical disability they give them a helper. Our taxes are high enough that you'd think the school could manage the same for cognitive disabilities too.
I mean I don't want to baby her. Of course you want them to learn as much independence as they can. But...sigh...The example I used today with her brother...
One day we were in the car and I mentioned I had to send a card for her uncle's birthday. She asked me how old he is. The running joke has always been that her uncle will be twenty five and fabulous forever. I chuckled and said " He'll be 25". She smiled and that was that...her uncle is a year older than me.
Yup, definitely Monty Python
