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Friday – The Meeting
Sep. 18th, 2009 03:57 pm.
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My meeting with the director of my son's old daycare center this week lasted longer than I though it would. I figured I would go in there, have my say, and leave after 10 minutes. Instead, I was there for most of an hour. This wasn't about yelling or making accusations or anything like that. I just wanted to share with the director the fact that my son's behavioral issues which caused her to ask me not to bring him back had all but evaporated with his expulsion. I also wanted to share with her the things that her former employees had shared with me about possible causes for my son's behavior. Chief among them was the assertion that his life in the classroom was playing out like a Pre-K versions of Lord of The Flies, with my son playing the role of the kid who gets run through with a spear in the novel.
( After all we aren't savages really... )
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My meeting with the director of my son's old daycare center this week lasted longer than I though it would. I figured I would go in there, have my say, and leave after 10 minutes. Instead, I was there for most of an hour. This wasn't about yelling or making accusations or anything like that. I just wanted to share with the director the fact that my son's behavioral issues which caused her to ask me not to bring him back had all but evaporated with his expulsion. I also wanted to share with her the things that her former employees had shared with me about possible causes for my son's behavior. Chief among them was the assertion that his life in the classroom was playing out like a Pre-K versions of Lord of The Flies, with my son playing the role of the kid who gets run through with a spear in the novel.
( After all we aren't savages really... )
