Why is it that the end of the school year seems so chaotic nowadays? I remember when I was in school that the last few weeks were kind of chill and fun. Wrapping things up and getting the school ready to be closed up for the summer. It seems like things have been in serious crunch time with Princess Bear (PB). Lots of end of the year testing, finishing up IEP goals, finishing AR books so that the total number of books read for the year looks good and a few projects to boot.
Now I will say that I had a lot of fun working with PB on her last social studies project. It's always kind of irritated me that the kids were allowed to throw together any kind of accompanying poster for the project and it was good enough. I'm a scrapbooker at heart so it kind of pained me to see a picture printed off, sloppily cut and slapped down. For her last social studies project PB had to base it off of her birthday. Her birthday is June 11, 2003. So she had to have her birthday on there, as well as a famous person born on her birthday and then 3 domestic things and 3 global things that happened on June 11 (2003 wasn't a prerequisite for those). They started to research the project at school. PB turned in a list of 5 things claiming she couldn't find another that happened on June 11. Her teacher had supposedly read through it and ok it. One small problem. Two of the events weren't even for June 11th!!!! wtf! So I helped PB do some more research and find the appropriate amount of events. Then we got to take a trip to Michaels. PB lives by the theory of the more it sparkles the better it is. She decided on a gold and white theme. We went slightly crazy buying stuff but had a grand time! I then typed up the wording for the poster board and PB cut out the card stock that we were using as frames. I really wish I had a picture of it. The kid did a great job cutting and then putting everything together. I think now that she realizes that she can have some fun on her projects that she won't go back to the print and slap on method.
PB also had her last choir concert. PB loves choir and has an amazing voice. She really lets go singing when she things no one can hear her! It's just beautiful and she obviously didn't get it from me. Unfortunately the wonderful choir teacher from last year retired. She was actually going to give PB lessons but wound up traveling a lot with her husband. She did a wonderful job of incorporating the special needs kids into the Flyer Choir which is the 7th and 8th grade choir. She gave the special needs students all the same opportunities as the other children. They were allowed to go on the special field trips to sing in the community and they were able to enter the grade school choir competition for the entire district. Last year PB gave serious thought to entering the district wide competition and the choir director at the time offered to meet with her after school to get ready. Then PB decided that she just wasn't ready to get up on stage and sing by herself so she decided to wait until her 8th grade year. Well the man that took over as the choir director this year constantly shortchanged the special needs kids. He would only let them perform with the 5th and 6th grade choir. That meant that they were not allowed to go on community singing trips or enter the district wide competition. I was less that happy with the choir director all year. Then last week at the last concert of the year he somehow decided that the 5th and 6th grade students as well as the special needs students didn't need to have their names printed in the program. The 5th, 6th, 7th and 8th grade band and orchestra members were listed. The 7th and 8th grade Flyer Choir members were listed. The entire back side of the program was blank and could have been used to list the other kids but nope. I saw one mom try to talk to the choir director before the concert and he blew her off and said it could be discussed after the concert. After the concert my sister tried talking to him. She actually started out pretty polite. That is until he doubled down and maintained he did nothing wrong and was a complete jerk. After that my sister unloaded on him. I so wish I could have done it myself but since I'm still fighting to get PB into a better high school I'm trying to not rock the boat. I did however bring up the situation to the PTA president who was horrified. She's one of those ladies that gets things done so I'm sure it won't happen again.
There's also a book fair at the school every fall and spring and the librarian always asks me to help. I couldn't help at the fall book fair because I was in the hospital post hysterectomy. The librarian is a super nice lady and I love helping out. PB and I are both book works so it gives me a chance to scope out new books for PB. The sad part is that we have to watch the kids because inevitably some of the "fun" items like erasers, bracelets and bookmarks are always stolen. How sad and ridiculous is that???? Working at the book fair this year I met a really awesome lady named Tracy. Have you ever met someone and just been like this is a kindred spirit? Since I don't have a lot of PB free time friendships are somewhat hard to maintain so it was kind of cool to meet someone that I could chill and talk to.
The fight to get PB into the high school that she had been promised for the last 3.5 years is ramping up. The school waiver forms had to be filled out this past Friday by 4pm. The only available option to get PB into Richwoods (the school she'd been promised) is to have her be in Junior ROTC. Well that can't happen but I was told to still fill out the form and use the one blank space to explain the situation. So I did that. I also had my letters for the Director of Special Education as well as the Academic Instructional Officer (why he needs to be in the loop I have no idea but that is what I was told to do) and in addition to my letter I had letters from her pediatrician and therapist stating that it is essential for PBs mental well being that she be allowed to continue on with the same group of students she's been with since preschool. I tried delivering the letters in person. After waiting for more than an hour I was told that neither person was in the building and I could leave the letters. I was so pissed off. I damn near had a panic attack just dropping off the letters. I was less than happy to be screwed around. It takes more than an hour to figure out that people are out of the building? Please.
So that has been life around here. Well that as well as learning that I'm allergic to a lot of stuff but that's going to be its very own post. I'm going to sign off and watch the season finales of Scorpion and NCIS. Night y'all!
Now I will say that I had a lot of fun working with PB on her last social studies project. It's always kind of irritated me that the kids were allowed to throw together any kind of accompanying poster for the project and it was good enough. I'm a scrapbooker at heart so it kind of pained me to see a picture printed off, sloppily cut and slapped down. For her last social studies project PB had to base it off of her birthday. Her birthday is June 11, 2003. So she had to have her birthday on there, as well as a famous person born on her birthday and then 3 domestic things and 3 global things that happened on June 11 (2003 wasn't a prerequisite for those). They started to research the project at school. PB turned in a list of 5 things claiming she couldn't find another that happened on June 11. Her teacher had supposedly read through it and ok it. One small problem. Two of the events weren't even for June 11th!!!! wtf! So I helped PB do some more research and find the appropriate amount of events. Then we got to take a trip to Michaels. PB lives by the theory of the more it sparkles the better it is. She decided on a gold and white theme. We went slightly crazy buying stuff but had a grand time! I then typed up the wording for the poster board and PB cut out the card stock that we were using as frames. I really wish I had a picture of it. The kid did a great job cutting and then putting everything together. I think now that she realizes that she can have some fun on her projects that she won't go back to the print and slap on method.
PB also had her last choir concert. PB loves choir and has an amazing voice. She really lets go singing when she things no one can hear her! It's just beautiful and she obviously didn't get it from me. Unfortunately the wonderful choir teacher from last year retired. She was actually going to give PB lessons but wound up traveling a lot with her husband. She did a wonderful job of incorporating the special needs kids into the Flyer Choir which is the 7th and 8th grade choir. She gave the special needs students all the same opportunities as the other children. They were allowed to go on the special field trips to sing in the community and they were able to enter the grade school choir competition for the entire district. Last year PB gave serious thought to entering the district wide competition and the choir director at the time offered to meet with her after school to get ready. Then PB decided that she just wasn't ready to get up on stage and sing by herself so she decided to wait until her 8th grade year. Well the man that took over as the choir director this year constantly shortchanged the special needs kids. He would only let them perform with the 5th and 6th grade choir. That meant that they were not allowed to go on community singing trips or enter the district wide competition. I was less that happy with the choir director all year. Then last week at the last concert of the year he somehow decided that the 5th and 6th grade students as well as the special needs students didn't need to have their names printed in the program. The 5th, 6th, 7th and 8th grade band and orchestra members were listed. The 7th and 8th grade Flyer Choir members were listed. The entire back side of the program was blank and could have been used to list the other kids but nope. I saw one mom try to talk to the choir director before the concert and he blew her off and said it could be discussed after the concert. After the concert my sister tried talking to him. She actually started out pretty polite. That is until he doubled down and maintained he did nothing wrong and was a complete jerk. After that my sister unloaded on him. I so wish I could have done it myself but since I'm still fighting to get PB into a better high school I'm trying to not rock the boat. I did however bring up the situation to the PTA president who was horrified. She's one of those ladies that gets things done so I'm sure it won't happen again.
There's also a book fair at the school every fall and spring and the librarian always asks me to help. I couldn't help at the fall book fair because I was in the hospital post hysterectomy. The librarian is a super nice lady and I love helping out. PB and I are both book works so it gives me a chance to scope out new books for PB. The sad part is that we have to watch the kids because inevitably some of the "fun" items like erasers, bracelets and bookmarks are always stolen. How sad and ridiculous is that???? Working at the book fair this year I met a really awesome lady named Tracy. Have you ever met someone and just been like this is a kindred spirit? Since I don't have a lot of PB free time friendships are somewhat hard to maintain so it was kind of cool to meet someone that I could chill and talk to.
The fight to get PB into the high school that she had been promised for the last 3.5 years is ramping up. The school waiver forms had to be filled out this past Friday by 4pm. The only available option to get PB into Richwoods (the school she'd been promised) is to have her be in Junior ROTC. Well that can't happen but I was told to still fill out the form and use the one blank space to explain the situation. So I did that. I also had my letters for the Director of Special Education as well as the Academic Instructional Officer (why he needs to be in the loop I have no idea but that is what I was told to do) and in addition to my letter I had letters from her pediatrician and therapist stating that it is essential for PBs mental well being that she be allowed to continue on with the same group of students she's been with since preschool. I tried delivering the letters in person. After waiting for more than an hour I was told that neither person was in the building and I could leave the letters. I was so pissed off. I damn near had a panic attack just dropping off the letters. I was less than happy to be screwed around. It takes more than an hour to figure out that people are out of the building? Please.
So that has been life around here. Well that as well as learning that I'm allergic to a lot of stuff but that's going to be its very own post. I'm going to sign off and watch the season finales of Scorpion and NCIS. Night y'all!
