Hello all my loving sympathetic people,
I must admit that this week has been exceptionally difficult for me. Starting with Tuesday's exam which did not go nearly as well as I had hoped. First of all I did not feel as prepared as I should have been. Despite the 30+ hours I spent studding over the last 2 1/2 weeks, I felt like I kept getting stuck on questions that should have been easy (read: boiling and freezing points of water in Fahrenheit and Celsius, multiple choice--and I think I got it wrong). I also made the mistake of leaving the constructed response questions until the end and was cut off mid sentence on the last one, which was both frustrating and disappointing. All in all, I think there is about a 50% chance I passed.
On top of that my son's pre-school teacher has asked me to come into class and help contain him. Little man is an exuberant, precocious, sensitive 4 year old who disrupts class all day, every day. After 3 months of trying to figure out how to get him to stop throwing things, or climbing things, or wrestling everyone, or terrorizing the littler kids by pretending to be a monster; teacher is down to two final strategies: have me come in and help and not letting him come to school the day after he has been particularly difficult. All of this is extremely distressing to me -- as it is and would be for any parent. It lends itself to a plethora of unanswerable questions like: who is to blame? me? him? them?; What if nothing works? I want him to do well in school, but how can he if he can't follow group instruction and is continually disruptive?; Do I really want to force him fit a mold that doesn't fit him?; Is this whole thing going to scar him for life?
It only gets crazier from there and I need to remind myself that we need to take it one day at a time. He is, after all, only a 4 year old boy who will happily give you a hug and kiss if you just ask.
Thanks for checking in,
XO Lue Lue Ellabee
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