We had the meeting with the school about JD's IEP (independent educational program) for his current status of EBD (emotionally-behaviorally disturbed). Well, THAT was interesting!
At the last meeting they had requested that we sign some papers to have him tested for communication deficiencies. We said that we would need some time to look over the papers and think about it. Ultimately we decided that the least we agreed with the better; so I sent the counselor a letter telling him our position on the matter. He wasn't very happy with that, but...
Plttttt!!
Another person that wasn't too happy about it was his math teacher. In fact he confronted us at the parent-teacher conference about it. AND again at the meeting today. He said that he thought that we were doing our son an injustice and that a program in communication building skills would be in our son's best interest. I explained that we planned on doing some things with him this summer to help him. Also, I flat out told him that this would not be the first time that we had been told insistently that something we weren't too sure about was in our son's best interest. AND on those past times those well-meaning people had been WRONG. In fact, the last few times we went along with something that was supposed to be in JD's best interest, it actually made things worse.
He of course was not convinced. But then, it doesn't matter because WE are JD's parents and WE will decide what will and what will NOT happen.
END.OF.DISCUSSION.
The school administrator said that he himself had observed JD in action and although he thought the things JD did were weird, he didn't think that being nerdy equaled disability.
THANK YOU, MR. ADMINISTRATOR!!
We were told by all his teachers that JD does not seek out friends and that he has a very difficult time talking to anyone. Even when he talks to the teachers, they say he won't look at them and barely says two words. I wanted to ask, "Well, what the hell are you doing to him here? He is not like that outside of school!" Shannon of the Shannonosphere can attest to the fact. In fact, all his friends' parents and our friends comment about how mature he seems and what a ham he is. So what ARE they doing to him at that school?
That's when a teacher took the opportunity to point out that if he wasn't like that outside of school, how would we be able to help him? We wouldn't know if something was working.
My argument is, he's not going to be in school all his life, so if he's only having problems in school and seems to be fine out in the real world, is there really a problem? I think not.
I also went on to explain that when I was young I was very shy.
YES, ME! I was SHY!
I thought the other kids were silly and didn't particularly care to do the things they wanted to do or talk about the things that they wanted to talk about. I often stayed in recesses not because I needed the time to catch up on homework, but because I just couldn't stand to be around those irritatingly idiotic kids any longer. IN FACT, when I was in kindergarten, my parents were dragged into one of these conferences because the school was concerned about my antisocial behavior. They wanted to put me in a program because during freetime I wouldn't play with the other kids. I would go off by myself and paint instead. My parents asked, "Is she doing poorly in school? Is she disrupting the classroom? Is she hurting herself or others? No? Then let her paint if that is what she wants to do." And NOW look at me!! I'm not an antisocial hermit who can't hold down a job. I'm not homeless. I'm not a gun-toting loner. Hell, I'm not even really shy anymore. I'm just fine.
And JD will be just fine too. He doesn't need a bunch of misguided busy-bodies butting their noses into his life. He just needs to hang in there until he gets to college and finds more people like himself.
Don't get me wrong. I understand the school's concern, but he is not the average kid. They can't hold up his actions and compare them to the norm.
YES, he will go through this all over again next year with a new set of teachers. But that is not his problem, that is their problem.
The verdict? Since they could not determine that he had any special needs that would define him as disabled, he now officially is not EBD and is no longer in need of an IEP!!
WOOHOO!!
19 comments:
You guys kill me.
Sylv - LOL, I'll drink to that!
Peace,
- Neo
Hee, hee!
Maybe people are PUSHING you down the stairs. Hmmm, SSB?
Maybe you should stop the drinking. That will often make me fall down stairs.
You two have such interesting conversations in your house
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I'm jealous of your talent!
Syl, if you can fall down a flight of stairs without spilling a drink, you must have some pretty nifty wrists as well.
yes, but can you finish your drink during the fall on the way down the stairs? Now that would be talent!
IS the drink in a toddler sippy cup or are we talking full on Martini glass?
Shamus, aw, thanks.
Neo, I'm way ahead of you!
Elizabeth, we joke about that now. Thanks for giving us material!
Wendy A, yeah, that's beside the point.
Pink Lady, we keep each other laughing.
Sierrabella, I inherited from my dad.
DrMax, they are very flexible.
Cookie Christine, naw, I never perfected that. I think my dad can though.
Shannon, now that gave me an interesting image! I'm not much of a martini girl. Beer glass.
Ankles so strong, anything goes
Skate on thin ice or Wisconsin snow flows
Dance in the evenings to jazzy blue beat
SSB’s in time with SSL’s dainty dance feet
Nobody cares if ankles are strong
Balance life to laugh a whole life long
I've got small joints and I'm jealous.
You have balance, just not when drinking. =D
I can't believe you can fall down a flight of stairs and not spill a drink. This leads me to suspect that you have antigravity cups in your house, which probably accounts for your good balance while holding them.