Say Anything.
'Say Anything' is a John Cusak/Cameron Crowe 1989 teen flick. ' A noble underachiever and a beautiful valedictorian fall in love the summer before she goes off to college.' This is actually not what this thread is about, but the message is the same.
Actually no it isn't, I just like imdb.com and the title sounded interesting. /snort
This is not necessarily a vent thread - far from it. This is about saying anything - weather, the bird outside your work window, the fundamental differences between Mormons and catholics, how Law and Order Criminal Intent doesn't get the props it deserves, that I always forget whether it's 'it's' or 'its', that my daughter has a beautiful smile and the first guy that breaks her heart - I'm breaking his knees...it's about anything.
So, say anything.
Don't they have more than 1 teacher per grade?
One teacher for Kindergarten, one for First and second, One for third and fourth, etc
She tried giving me the "I only have so much time and all of these students I need to teach I cant afford to spend extra with your kid" bit.. in which I responded with the fact that her class has half as many kids than any other school my kids have ever attended.
I think we could send him to the next bigger town over, my husband works there, and we own a house there we can use for an address to register them, I just think its lousy to have to do something like that, when other than her, we really havent had any problems there.
UPS is suppose to deliver our xbox360 today. The UPS driver will probably throw it on my door and be in his truck by the time I get to the door. If he's standing there, I will kill him for being guilty-by-proxy for stealing our first xbox.
See you on the 11 o'clock news.
Don't make me LOL at quarter of 5 in the morning, hubby gets grouchy :lol
And I would have DEFINITELY CC'ed a teacher if I was emailing the principal; I'm not afraid to have the teacher see what I say to the principal. Bitches of the world UNITE! :thumbsup
My son is in year 4, he is 9. He is diagnosed dyslexic and also has a lazy eye AND is farsighted, so he needs to wear glasses to read. He doesn't like to wear them, as they are tinted blue for the dyslexia. The school is supposed to copy his take home work onto blue paper, but they seldom remember to. I have a blue overlay that he can use instead of glasses to read books with. He is below average on reading and writing due to this. It also holds up his math as it is lots of writing, which he is slow at because of the dyslexia. He is very sensitive about it and knows it holds him back. He is a pretty bright kid though, and has no trouble with oral work, he can spell, and do mental arithmetic and is awesome with science. Enough background.
His teacher this year is Miss Rose. She is renowned at the school for being the worst teacher ever. When Dale was placed in this class, I was disappointed but figured "hey we all get stuck with a crap teacher at some point, Dale got one for 4th grade" and tried to make the best of it.
In the last week of first term, he came home and told me he had a bad day at school. This is his account:
He was kneeling on the floor, looking in the pigeon hole under his desk for a pencil. The desks seat two kids. The boy next to him was also looking in the desk for a pencil for Dale. Miss Rose comes over and asks what they are doing. Dale says looking for a pencil. She said "here let me help you" and tips up the desk so that all the contents of the pigeon holes fall on the ground. This is all their books, pencils and other bits and pieces they have stashed in there. Not just Dale's but the kid sitting next, who was just helping him find a pencil. Then she says, now you can look on the floor, and walks off.
Dale was so embarrassed and upset. I was livid. This is right before the 2 week break for easter so I had alot of time to stew on it. This is not the only degrading thing she has done to kids in class. She regularly had held up a child's work and actually laughed at the colouring in, or ridiculed one for not ruling a neat enough margin on the page. She has an extensive history of this kind of behaviour according to other parents who have older children that have passed through her grade already.
On the first day back, I sent this letter to the principal:
Dear Sir/Madam,
I am writing to express my concern about an incident that happened in the last week of First Term. My son, Dale, is in Ms Rose’s class, 4R. He came home on Tuesday quite distressed about this event.
He told me that he was looking for a pencil in the under-desk pigeon hole, when Ms Rose inquired as to what he was doing. He told her he was looking for a pencil. She said words to the effect “Here I will help you find one,” and then up-ended the desk, tipping the contents of both my son’s and the child sitting next to him pigeon-holes onto the floor.
Dale was very upset and embarrassed by her actions. I find them to be utterly inappropriate. I cannot imagine any circumstance where it is necessary to humiliate a child in class. This type of action is nothing short of bullying.
My son now has anxiety and does not want to attend his class as he is afraid of his teacher. I personally do not blame him. I would not want to be treated in this manner either.
I request that you inform Ms Rose that her actions are not acceptable and I ask my son be given an apology. I further request he be placed in a class where he is not subjected to bullying from the teacher. We have had to deal with bullying from other students, but I will not tolerate my son being singled out and harassed by a teacher that he has to spend every school day with.
I will be forwarding a copy of my correspondence to the local state Member, and the Minister for Education. I will not accept that this is a one-off incident as there have been numerous similar efforts to undermine and demean the children in this class, including ridiculing children for failing to underline or to make a ruled page margin.
I am willing to come to the school to discuss my concerns, but be confident that I want this addressed immediately. I expect that Dale will be placed into a different year 4 class.
The next day, I get a phone call from the principal. He had arranged for the teacher to be transferred out of the school. Talk about a win! He was very understanding and supportive and assured me that this was not acceptable behaviour from a teacher. The only thing I am peeved about still is that she was not asked to apologise to the children she humiliated.
The new teacher is a delight and Dale comes home from school happy and relaxed and I only have to nag him twice to do his homework now! I am a happy mum.
Luckily I think dawson's teacher just sufers from being young and stupid and thinking she knows it all already.
What a total bitch, holy moly. I'm glad you were able to get her the hell outta there, sounds like that was the last straw. I hope she ended up getting 11th or 12th grade remedial class; I bet they'd have given it back just as well as she gave it. ;)
My son went in for his regular check up to the doctor on Tuesday. We were worried he was slightly Autistic because he's still not really saying much of anything at 2. So the doctor does the tests/screens for Autism, she says it looks good he's just slow in speaking, some kids especially boys tend to take longer. I'm instantly relieved, of course. She referred us to a specialist just to make sure it's nothing beyond that. I guess they'll set us up with speech therapy if it's needed as well.
Then it comes time to look through his history see if he needs any shots/tests done. No shots, great, no whiney kid for the rest of the afternoon! :P Then she looks at his lead test, "oh we haven't done that in a year, lets get that done again." They did the test we go home and I felt so great about the appointment.
Wednesday afternoon I'm sitting on the couch and the phone rings, it's the dr's office. The lead test they did came back high. Deep breath. Okay, now what, i asked her. Well, now you need to come in and we'll draw some more blood from his arm this time. (They did the finger squeeze test the first time.) They'll call as soon as the doctor has had a chance to look over test and schedule the appointment. I said okay thanks and hung up. I had been completely freaked out that I forgot to ask what the level was, I called back and they tell me, 25.6. I'm freaking out at this point, I had just gone and looked up stuff online. I say okay thank you and we hang up.
I'm fuckin scared to be honest with you, I don't know what's causing his lead to be so high, we used the water from the house for his formula and his test from a year ago was normal, so It can't be that, right? I've gone through all his toys and I haven't found any of the 70,000 fucking page lists, but they're huge and a lot have no pictures. Some of his toys were given to us by family members, hand me downs, yard sale type stuff. We live in an older house, is it the paint in the walls? On the pipes? I dunno I'm just sort of flipping out. Fucking mind blowing.
We go back tomorrow to get his blood drawn from his arm and I guess we go from there if they send someone to the house and test, or what.
Sorry to post a huge thing, I really just needed to vent.
Well what the fuck, what does that mean?
They asked me if I had been taking a lot of tylenol. Hell yes, I just had a c-section. So if you know me, you know I'm freaking the fuck out. My next doctor (we're military) took a look at the results, I had mentioned that my previous doc had checked it, and she looked at it and said...'why'd he'd tell you it was high? It's 1 point above normal?'
Oh.
So after they run more blood tests, maybe it'll come back normal. One test doesn't say much, so I'm sure that's why they're going to take blood from his arm - to retest.
I hope everything works out. I know you're trippin' out - I would be, too. But it'll be alright. =)
I did find this http://www.keepkidshealthy.com/welcome/lead/leadtreatment.html seems there's a lot higher, I just wish it could tell me if he's ingested it or if it's something he's playing with. I feel horrible but I took away almost all his toys and basicly made him stay away from everything today. I don't even want to be here if it is the house.
Any amount of time taken to get the results of this second test is going to kill me, I'm a freakin wreck.
My husband called this afternoon to schedule the test and the receptionist was a bitch. He asked if he could talk to someone about what to do between now and then. She's like well it's critically high he needs to get in soon. Then goes on to say she doesn't know what he can do she's not a nurse....stupid bitch you had no right to say something is critically high if you aren't a nurse, don't talk again.
Gah!
I just took David to get his blood drawn to see if he was anemic. Something they do at 15 months now. /shrug I thought (hoped) they were going to just prick his finger, but they actually took blood. Boy that was gut wrenching =/ He took it like a champ though. At first he was all '...what....wait...OUCH!' Then he calmed down, but it started taking too long and dude had to lift the needle to keep it in the vein, boy he started wailing then. God it hurt me just to see it.
Afterward he forgave them - giving him a big pretzel probably helped with that. He took it and ran out of the room. lol
Lill - In older homes they used lead paint.. back in the day, and thats probably where he got the lead from, if in fact the tests are accurate. I think the old homes with lead paint are the main reason they make lead tests mandatory in older cities (towns with majority of older homes, unlike Phoenix, where I had never even heard of that problem til we moved out here)
Needles...ugh! When I went to have James it took them 30 minutes to get my IV in and another HOUR to get the spinal in because I was so swollen they couldn't find the space between my vertebrae! I could feel them scraping their needle on my hip and on my bones so yea... Fuck needles and all that nonsense!