October 24, 2006

Old Habits Die Hard

It is the end of October. Parent/teacher conferences were last week. I noticed I didn’t have a note in Bones’ backpack.

For the last two years, by 1 September I was being forewarned I’d need one. For the last two years, my conferences were by the end of September, the teachers unable to wait until everyone else’s conferences as things were going so poorly.

But this year, I had no note.

So today, after school, I slipped in his teacher’s classroom and said, “I really really don’t want to take your time. I really don’t… I know you’re so busy… but… are we not having a conference?”

I’ve known this teacher for four years now. She knows my family. She smiled and said, “Nope. Not this year. We’re not doing conferences for 2nd grade.”

I got nervous and said, “Yes, but… do WE need one? Do WE need to talk about how he’s doing? Do I need to hire him a tutor for anything? Is he doing what he needs to do in class? Maybe I can schedule one with you…”

She looked puzzled and said, “No, Bou. He’s doing GREAT and he follows all my directions, raises his hand, sits in class quietly, pays attention. Wait.”

And she went to her filing cabinet and pulled out a folder she had on him and said, “Look. His last assessment, he scored a 95%, and 88% and a 100%. He’s doing great. He’s reading right where he should be, he’s comprehending, he’s writing complete sentences… he is a great kid who is doing well.”

And I just stood there. Blank look. She smiled at me and I finally said, “By this time last year, I’d already had a conference. By this time last year, he was barely passing 1st grade. By this time last year… I was crying in his teacher’s class as I didn’t know what to do. And this year we did the low low dose of Ritalin on school days… LOW dose, only lasts 7 or 8 hours… and he loves school, he’s learning, he’s doing well, he’s behaving… he’s participating.”

“I see it happen, Bou. Some kids need it and this is working for him. He is doing really really well and if you had not told me you had him on something, I’d NEVER have known.”

I just keep waiting for the shoe to drop. I wait for the call. I wait for the notes. I wait for someone to come up to my car at pick up to tell me some horrible thing from school. I wait to hear how he is struggling. I wait to hear him get into my car and tell me all he hates about school. After two years… it is what I know.

I can’t get passed this is my kid and I know I posted it once before.

It is conference time… and I don’t have one. And my kid is doing well… and he LOVES school. And I sit here amazed…

Posted by Boudicca at October 24, 2006 08:07 PM | TrackBack

Wooooo hooooooo!

Posted by: Prochein Amy at October 24, 2006 08:26 PM


Posted by: wRitErsbLock at October 24, 2006 08:37 PM

That's just so great to hear!

Posted by: Sissy at October 24, 2006 09:05 PM

I'm so happy. I know this whole business has been tough for you, so it's especially great that it's working.

Posted by: caltechgirl at October 24, 2006 10:50 PM

Hip Hip Hurray!!!!!!! You both deserve it.

Posted by: vw bug at October 25, 2006 06:31 AM

Bless you *and* him!

; )

Posted by: Christina at October 25, 2006 12:25 PM

Oh, that's so wonderful!! :-)

Posted by: RIchmond at October 25, 2006 06:42 PM