I'm trying to give him this week to get crap fixed before I talk to Chief about doing a grade check. He knows that is at risk. I haven't clued KCD in yet either because I'll get yelled at and if he wants to track CJ's grades, he can check on them just as easily as I can. I just have no more energy to put into cushioning him from the fall. He knows he is screwing up and he knows what is at risk...let the chips fall where they may.
As much as I try to let go and let him deal, I'm exhausted over the whole thing and in a funk.
Neither of those sat right with me.
Me neither. Thank you for speaking up.
Sometimes that's really the only way they learn, Suzi. I'm sorry it's been so tough.
Me neither. Thank you for speaking up.
It's so much better to come back and read everything at once. Because, yowza.
I'm only drawing animals, because despite drawing better than LeN, I am bounded quite firmly by capability.
I get that what I wrote was culturally insensitive. The fact that the teacher herself is the one who put it that way to me (which I should have explained originally) shocked me and underlined her newness and how she hasn't learned to talk with parents.
I'm stepping away. Not flouncing. The whole grades thing has me so upset I'm forgetting how to talk good.
What Tom forgot: [link]
msbelle, so sorry about the school tsuris.
Ugh. School tsuris is the worst.
For the first time in 15 years teaching, I sent a kid to the Dean's office. For crap he did while I was out, which was basically try to break into my classroom (including putting something in the door so it wouldn't shut all the way). Given last year's debacle come grad time, I am documenting the shit out of stuff, hence a trip to the Dean's office.
In other news, Grace is failing first grade. No. Seriously. Last math test? She had a 1 out of 10.
Ugh, much parental coping~ma to msbelle and Suzie.
I caught Franny and Isaac's cold. Oh joy.
But in amazing news, my sister is finally back from the brink. I guess this means all the chemo is out of her system. But I went to the hospital this morning thinking that we were on a deathbed vigil since she nearly passed the night before. And she had been dying for three days straight. Instead I come in and she's eating bagels! And kicking out the hospice people and asking to meet with the oncologists about a new chemo regimen. I don't know what they might have up their sleeve, and I'm not sure I'd be asking for chemo if it were me, but it's exactly what I thought she'd say.
We spent a few hours going over the past few days and she had no memory of it, no idea she had been gone for so long. Freaky. She was basically in a coma. But some of it was powerful, what she said. I kinda think she was right in that zone between life and death.
