Tuesday – Haven't I Been Here Before?
Aug. 31st, 2010 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermore.
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The first week of Kindergarten was a good one, by our standards: we did not get any calls from the school about our son.
The second week of Kindergarten is not starting off so well. The principle called me this morning and I could hear my son screaming in the background.
“It’s not my fault! The other kids are being mean to me! It’s NOT MY FAULT!”
The principal says that none of the other children were even talking to him when his outburst began.
He calmed down after less than a minute while she inquired about my schedule to see when I might be able to come in for a conference with her and his teacher. They will work around our schedule, she said. No problem. Whatever is good for us, she said. They aim to please. Why don’t I discuss it with my husband and get back with her?
It’s not just today, when he threw his shoes at his teacher and began screaming, scratching and kicking. He refused to sit down and stay still during story time, and began acting out when they asked him to behave and be good. His teacher has noticed some other things she would like to go over with us; things that didn't seem like a big deal until today's outburst.
I am transported back to the dark days when he was in daycare, before they threw him out. I feel sick and overwhelmed. I don't want to throw my shoes at anyone, though. I only want to cry.
Déjà vu: I hate it.
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The first week of Kindergarten was a good one, by our standards: we did not get any calls from the school about our son.
The second week of Kindergarten is not starting off so well. The principle called me this morning and I could hear my son screaming in the background.
“It’s not my fault! The other kids are being mean to me! It’s NOT MY FAULT!”
The principal says that none of the other children were even talking to him when his outburst began.
He calmed down after less than a minute while she inquired about my schedule to see when I might be able to come in for a conference with her and his teacher. They will work around our schedule, she said. No problem. Whatever is good for us, she said. They aim to please. Why don’t I discuss it with my husband and get back with her?
It’s not just today, when he threw his shoes at his teacher and began screaming, scratching and kicking. He refused to sit down and stay still during story time, and began acting out when they asked him to behave and be good. His teacher has noticed some other things she would like to go over with us; things that didn't seem like a big deal until today's outburst.
I am transported back to the dark days when he was in daycare, before they threw him out. I feel sick and overwhelmed. I don't want to throw my shoes at anyone, though. I only want to cry.
Déjà vu: I hate it.
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Date: 2010-08-31 08:42 pm (UTC)Maybe I should have let a few fly here and there -- hey, hindsight IS 20/20, after all...but the ones it turns out that I ought to have thrown were often not the ones I wanted to throw.
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Date: 2010-09-01 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-01 04:03 pm (UTC)