Posts Tagged ‘school’

School blues

Saturday, April 21st, 2012 by by

Haven had her school pictures taken.  She is just getting so grown up.  I can’t believe she’s 8 years old.  It’s amazing and crazy at the same time.  She loves these hair flowers she gets from her Uncle Kevin in Hawaii.  She has one for every outfit in most colors.

Maybe some moms out there can help me with something.  For the first time ever, Haven does not want to go to school anymore.  We (dad and I) really like this school for it’s educational values, but Haven is having a really rough time with the kids suddenly.  Many of the girls are picking on her or making fun of her, kids are blaming her for “stealing” from them, saying she called another girl “fat,” and now all the kids call her rude and mean.  I really don’t know what to do.  Haven has always loved school and would rather be at school, but now she doesn’t want to go at all.  She says she is told to handle it on her own, and she is trying to do that but doesn’t know how when all the kids believe the other kids.  She told me after school yesterday that she can’t believe she has to go for another 6 weeks…that she’s counting down the days when she doesn’t have to go back.  This makes me seriously sad.  I’d rather home school her then have her not like learning and going to school.

So please, if anyone has any help or advice for me here, send it my way.  I’m not sure how to help her except to tell her to ignore them and focus on her studies.  But reading about horrible teenagers in the news lately, I don’t want her to grow up – end up in high school with no friends – being made fun of – and then going berserk.

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Bullying, part 1

Thursday, November 10th, 2011 by by
Looking for Heroes.
As a survivor of childhood bullying, this is a very sensitive topic to address. We tell our children to be inclusive, ask loner kids to play, make everyone feel included. But what do I tell them when this advice blows up in their face? When befriending the unpopular kid gets them pushed around, called names, and ostracized… When doing what’s right and bravely standing up for others gets them shoved down hard… What is a mom to do?

‘It builds character’, said my mother as she could only helplessly send me back to school.  Now those words are coming out of my mouth. ‘It will make you stronger. It will build character. I’m so sorry, but you have to go.’

But can I do more?

I’m an involved volunteer at several schools and libraries and network with others. Not all this happens at our school, but in the last few years I’ve seen Principals lower their principles to favor the bullies, multiple times and for several reasons. One because they are friends with the parents and want to keep the peace of that relationship. Another because the bully has high test scores and so shows well for the school. Another still wants to be ‘friends’ with all the kids, and so turns the responsibility back to the teachers to deal with and won’t take the hard stance at all – then won’t back up the teachers once they do. There are fewer attendants on the playgrounds, so when the incident goes unseen, fault is assigned based on the evidence of who has the most friends on their side. In my experience in the far field, the bully is usually the one with the most back up. The victims are being put in time out while the offenders learn all the wrong lessons about working the system.

I see kids pressed into silence as mine stand up for the right, alone. Even as my heart aches I am proud of them.  (more…)

PTSO Budget Meeting

Tuesday, October 25th, 2011 by by

My job on the PTSO board is as parliamentarian. No, I didn’t know what it was either. It’s my job to read the charter and keep us on track legally and time wise. Yes, I find that extremely funny as well.

I can be pretty shy and slow to warm up to a situation, but after we get going, I’m the worst offender at getting us off on tangents. Susan Holt calls it ADOS…Attention Deficit Ooh Shiny. For example, we got to the line item on t shirts, and I distract the situation by pulling some out of the cupboard to buy some for the kids and I.

The PTSO is a lot about selling. Not necessarily t-shirts, otter pops, and wrapping paper, but the idea of parent and community involvement in the education process. The education system at a whole is struggling. Lack of funding, time, and support limits our very talented teachers trying to grab at 30 live wires in a class room looking for a way to ground them while jumping through bureaucratic hoops and spinning their own personal plates in a corner. The teachers at the school have my full respect. Our job as parents is to support them beyond just making sure our kids are at school. In whatever way is possible to us at the time, teachers need resources, volunteers, and most especially patience.

Parent teacher conferences are coming up. Click here for some tips on successfully getting the most out of that meeting.  (more…)

Early French Immersion: Our Pros & Cons

Saturday, April 23rd, 2011 by by

Parenting is never without its difficult decisions and for the most part I feel like I have handled them with ease and tact and things have always flowed quite well for us in that matter…but there is one decision that is weigh in heavily on me and it is hard for me to wrap my head around what the right thing to do is.  When Jacob first started school I had every intention of putting him into the French Immersion program in the September of the year he turned 5 years old….well guess what snuck up on me – the boy is turning 5 in June.  We went to the various orientation sessions and have learned everything possible about the early immersion program and quite frankly we are faced with an inability to make a decision.  We have gone back and forth on this decision for the past nearly 6 months and now we are hit head on with a deadline to decide…Tuesday. I sent out a public cry for help on my Facebook page a few days ago seeking out the opinions of other people and I guess this is my second cry for help including the much anticipated list of pros and cons that we have thought about as we decide. I ask my readers to thoughtful consider these lists and chime in by leaving a comment on this blog post to tell me your gut instinct. (more…)

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A bad day at Black Rock.

Sunday, March 20th, 2011 by by

Apparently, I did not hold the exclusive rights to having a bad day yesterday in my house.

Zach had a bad day at school yesterday. He didn’t get in trouble or anything, but when he was walking to the van when I went to pick him up he had his “woe-is-me” face on. So, when he was in and buckled, I asked what was wrong, and this is what I was told.

“I only have one friend at school.”

“Uh, no you don’t, Zach. You have at least 3, because you’ve been friends with two boys in your class since K4.”

“No Mom. I have one. See, it started when we got to class after breakfast. My friends were doing stuff they shouldn’t, and I told them to stop or they would get in trouble. Then Ms. (teacher) saw them, and they all moved their clips. They say it’s all my fault and don’t want to be my friend cause I’m a tattle tale, but I didn’t tattle on them!”

“I’m sorry buddy. I’m sure they’ll forget about it by tomorrow. Did all your friends blame you?”

“No; Austin, Kayden, and Nick would still play with me. But now Kayden and Nick say me and Austin can’t be their friends either.”

“Well, why not? What did you and Austin do?”

“We told them that it couldn’t be a three way tie when obviously two of them lost the race. And they did Mom, they were slow and they lost bad.”

“Surely, you, Zachary Evan, were not rude enough to tell them that?”

“Um… maybe.” (more…)

Sink or swim, or more coddling?

Saturday, September 18th, 2010 by by

Will is in 6th grade this year. It’s middle school, and as it goes with middle school, there has been less coddling this year by his teachers. Granted, they have been cutting all of the kids some slack since this is only week 3 of school (with lots of days off already thrown in the mix). But it’s at this time in his school career that I think he needs to get it together or suffer whatever consequences the teachers/school impose. He’s already not bringing home his homework or saying that he has none when he does (love that homework hotline!) and going to class unprepared. He’s lost his agenda book and had it replaced (graciously) by the school, and several times he has left it at home or in his locker when he needed it in class. Actually, he’s not even writing in the agenda book, so I’m not sure what good it will do.

I told him yesterday that he is required to bring his agenda book home every day and have something written for homework on each spot for each class. If he has no homework, he is to write “no homework” and then have his teacher initial it so that I know he’s telling the truth. He “forgot” to take his agenda book to school, even though I ask him every morning if he has all his stuff for school. Part of me feels like he’s not ready for “sink or swim,” but the other part of me thinks if we keep coddling him, he’ll never learn to be responsible for his school work and eventually for himself later in life. I know that part of his problem is that homework was never a big priority when he lived with his mom, and I think she generally believed him when he said he had none, even when he probably did.

So that’s where we are. Do we continue to coddle him about his school work and homework, or is it time for some tough love and let him sink or swim?

Morning People We Are Not

Monday, April 26th, 2010 by by

So as I’ve mentioned several several times, John and I, we aren’t morning people. Not even a little. We are at our worst for several hours after we wake. Zach is the same way.
Every morning we go through the following battle:

6:30 – “Wake up and go get Zachary out of bed.” “No, you do it, I don’t want to.”
6:40 – “Trish GET UP!” “Fine! Just go away!”
6:45 – “I mean it get your butt out of bed now!” “Go take your stupid shower and leave me alone. Zachary, get up!” “Nooooooooooo! Leave me alone! I don’t want to go to school!”
6:50 – “Zachary get yourself out of that bed this minute or I will drag you off of it.” “I hate you, I hate school, no one loves me! Go away!” (more…)

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I Promise You, Its "E" not "I"

Monday, September 28th, 2009 by by

I’m having issues with Zach’s teacher.

  1. I started off the year on the wrong foot with his teacher. At the Kindergarten Parent Orientation I found out one of my best friend’s nieces is in Zach’s class. Her mom (my friend’s sister) was there with her fiance, and she was trying to get him to remember who I am. We were sitting in the crowded class right in front of the teacher when my friend’s sister announced to her fiance, “She’s the one who went drinking with Katie and I on my birthday, and then threw up in our yard.” Yeah, that’s not something I want announced to my son’s new teacher. I don’t drink often, hardly ever, nor would I have drank as much as I did that night, but they kept ordering drinks. Stupid excuse I know, but come on, I’m allowed to act like the typical 21 (at the time) year old every now and then if my kids aren’t around. But does Zach’s teacher know that? After my friend’s sister made that comment I got ugly looks from the teacher (and other parents) often.
  2. Also, at the end of Orientation, I went up to Zach’s teacher to explain (more…)

Well, SOMEBODY’S Ducks ARE NOT in a Row

Monday, September 28th, 2009 by by

Go ahead, ask me how I spent a nice large chunk of my day.

Well, how nice of you to ask. I spent a nice chunk of my day going back and forth arguing with the records keeper at Zach’s school and the records keepers at the Health Department. See to start the whole mess off, our doctor does not give immunizations, so I had to take the boys to the Health Department for their’s when they were little. By the time Zach was finishing all his before 5 years ones, and Ryan was on like the second round of shots I decided that my children would not be getting further immunizations. People had started saying they led to Autism, and since boys have a higher chance of becoming Autistic I decided that wasn’t something I wanted to chance. Zach was able to register for school last year without the 5 year old round of shots because he wouldn’t be turning 5 until the school year was over, at which point I promptly forgot about shots.

Well, the school called me at the end of August to inform me that Zach needed to get a physical and his last set of shots. I informed them ok to the physical, but he’s not getting that last shot. They then told me, Tipton County does not allow students to attend who do not have their immunizations and do not have religious or medical documentation for not having them. I figured what the hay, its not worth it, and talk has gone down a lot about the immunization/Autism link. Zach got his physical and while we were there his doctor said he wanted to see Bella next week, not in October like planned. I made Zach an appointment at the Health Dept. for his shots for the next week too. Bella’s appointment came first, and after that I didn’t give a flying fig about some shots I didn’t want him to have anyway.

Well, Zach’s schooled called yesterday saying if Zach’s immunization is not brought up to date by October 1st he will not be able to return to school. The lady was getting very angry at me, as if I somehow tricked them into letting him attend without the physical and shot records being up to date. And for the first time (from this lady) I hear this gosh awful phrase, “Well, sweetie, we just need to get all our ducks in a row.” (hear that with a thick Southern accent)
So I try for two freaking hours this morning to reach the Health Department, finally do, and actually get to talking to the appointment lady, and do you know what she tells me? “Our records show that Zachary has already gotten the full amounts of each immunization.” Um, hold the phone, noooo he hasn’t. I give her Zach’s social and ask her to check to make sure she has the right one, because I know for a fact I never took him for 5 year old shots. She says yes she does and for medical reasons Zach got them with other shots or something. She tells me to call the school back and talk to them. Call the school back talk to the lady I did the day before, and hear the duck phrase twice more. She says he needs DPT and polio. Call Health Department again, they say no he doesn’t. Do this twice more, with duck phrase during both other calls. By the time I hang up the phone saying screw it, he’ll go in for me and the nurse to look over his chart and she can then talk to the school or just re-give him these shots, and start Ryan’s back up so he can go to school next year. And I’m thinking the school can get all the freaking ducks, cows, sheep, goats, pig, and whatever the heck they want in a row, but my records are freaking correct and they need to just get the heck over it.

Not liking this one little bit

Tuesday, September 1st, 2009 by by

I don’t even know where to start with this, but I’m angry and I have to get it out. I apologize in advance, if I ramble. Wait, no I don’t. I do like to ramble as my blog name indicates. :P

Daniel started school this morning. I found out on Friday that they put him in the afternoon class instead of the morning class. I protested, but they refused to move him. Whatever, it’s not the end of the world, but it’s not what I wanted for him. He was up at 9 this morning and ready to go and I had to keep telling him “not yet”. He was cute. Additionally, the teacher told me on last Tuesday that she didn’t know who came when, but that that the bus driver would call me to tell me whether he was going in the morning or afternoon. No call came, so I called transportation on Friday afternoon and learned he was scheduled for the afternoon. The bus driver finally called this morning! Nice, right?! I’m not even putting him on a bus. He’s my baby and there’s no way (more…)

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