It’s not going very well…
Even my mother noticed that D has really matured and improved his attention span….
After the entire family had the stomach flu (except me) the other week, he went back to school (at the appropriate time), but his stomach was just not up for candy, doughnuts, and hot chocolate at the Xmas Party, so he was a little gassy. Now, he says he wasn’t doing “it” loudly, but they were pretty deadly.
This kid of mine is not a farty kid, so I pretty much believe him.
But the teacher came over and told him he would get in trouble, go to the principal, and miss his party if he didn’t stop doing it. He came home crying saying that he told her he couldn’t help it (and she knew he’d been vomiting three days before – and that the entire family had this wicked flu).
It just made me upset….so hubby is going to talk to the counselor Wednesday to ask that if D needs a place to vent, and a come to a positive environment that he be allowed to ask to see the counselor and get out of that negativity.
Then if this doesn’t work, we’re going to the principal.
It’s very awkward because his home school teacher graduated with me for our Masters’ – but she’s a lot younger and a lot less inexperienced than I am.
And then of course, I have J, who follows D in grades, so I might get her again next year – and then J will really blow her socks off (he’s the 9 year old who knows the lyrics to that Golddigger song).
Tonight – another moment – we’re watching I Love the 70’s on VH1 (I’m such a sucker for those shows), and of course, Village People and YMCA comes on and they are explaining the meaning of the words…and yanno – I have to explain what “gay” means to the 9 year old – although he tells me he knows ALL about it.
I wish they would warn ya when that stuff happens – I didn’t expect to have to have that talk with him then, but I knew it was probably coming sooner or later, since they all say things are “gay,” and I have to address that in my classroom anyway.
Thanks for asking – we’re hoping that D can survive the next three months and then he will get my very good friend for 5th grade, which will be a respite year, and then comes the awful dreaded 6th grade that I will have to really advocate hard with….
My daughter, on the other hand, will have to face her bully on Wednesday though…principal of the middle school still hasn’t called us back to say what will happen to the chick who hit L over her head with the locks in her purse….
Ahhh….the joys of parenting!