…you have been warned.
On Thursday, as I was sitting on my ass desperately trying to get the word out about the anthology “Worth Every Risk” that came out, I got a phone call. Yes, folks, I’d forgotten about the meeting about Demolition Boy at his school. Fifteen minutes and several apologies later, I sat down at a table with five people to discuss my son.
I hate these meetings. I always feel that, somehow, I passed on my “I-suck-at-math-and-I’m-a-geek” genes to DB. Plus, the whole Attention Deficit Disorder argument gives me bad flashbacks. (I spent fourth grade numb and angry. Thank you Ritalin.) I’ve had several of these meetings for DB and they all leave me with massive feelings of guilt, frustration and hope. All at once. It’s exhausting.
Let me say that my kid has “The Dream Team” when it comes to this stuff. My first meeting with DB’s teacher was fraught with my defensiveness and hers. Yet, she and I have found ways to deal with DB and each other in such a way that my son is ON PAR with the other kids. I’ve learned to respect and admire her. She’ll never be my BFF, but she’s my son’s teacher, not my drinking buddy. (Having said that. I’m trying to fill that position. Sandi, if you’re free on some Saturday night…..)
Now, it’s amazing that he’s on par with his classmates. He was tested for several different areas (spacial, visual, verbal, memory, and other stuff) which showed something amazing. The kid was significantly above average on his verbal skills. His vocabulary was impressive and his grasp of abstract ideas amazed the woman who tested him. You have no idea how much I needed to hear this. You have no idea what a relief it was to know my son was probably normal except for one thing. His visual interpretation. Any time something was put in front of him to “visualize”, he couldn’t do it. The team explained that this was a “discrepancy” between his potential and his ability. Hooray! We can implement a program to help him.
I’ve told you all that to rant about this.
My kid’s school is cutting eight teachers. Eight. One of whom, Mr. Sanders, has helped both my sons in their development at school. It’s not right. Our state government chose to cut EDUCATION over protecting Salmon, fishing observers and other (IMHO) useless shit. I know if that happens to be YOUR job, it’s probably huge. But frankly, if the choice comes down to some guy with a clipboard throwing his weight around and Mr. Sanders? Clipboard guy GOES DOWN.
But our government doesn’t give us this choice.
They’ve cut money from the budget so NOW they can come to voters and say “Vote for higher taxes or you won’t have teachers. Or extra help for your kids. Or your “Dream Team”.
I’m more angry than I’ve ever been about this. Why? Because this is MY children’s future. What right does the State government have to cut education and health care while they continue to waste so much of my money? When will they cut their own expenses?
March 13th, everyone is encouraged to wear pink. Why? Because that’s the day good teachers will be getting pink slips. Thanks a lot, Sacramento. You’ll be getting a letter from me. I’m sick and tired of you cutting things you know are important to voters so that you can ask us for “more”.
Do you live here and want to give YOUR opinion on this?
Wes Chesbro is our man in Sacramento. I want to know where HE was when our teacher’s jobs were on the line. You can call him at (916) 319-2001 according to HIS WEBSITE. Congratulations to all you clipboard carriers. Looks like your job is safe, but your kids are going to be taught by eight less teachers at Ambrosini.
WEAR PINK ON MARCH 13th!!!