April 08, 2013

Getting Bones Ready for HS

Sometimes, being the parent means you see what's coming and you make the choice not to tell your kids. It's just easier not to deal with the constant diatribe of drama leading up to the event.

When Bones was accepted to the Art school, we got a packet for course selection. I read through it, trying to figure out what we're supposed to do. I'm trying to figure out their drill.

Some people think high school was a breeze. That will not be the case for Bones.

If you don't pass the FCAT, you have to take remedial math and/or reading, depending on which you fail.

Bones hasn't made above a 2 on the FCAT in math... ever. We're hoping he'll nail a 3 in reading this time.

The kid just doesn't test well, and it's pronounced in math and after going through the 140 word problems in math, I get it. I totally get it. By the time he's halfway through, he's done with all the dang reading and trying to sift through what they want. He's mentally beat.

Forget the fact he's so ADHD. At least he's aware. He knows now that there are good days and bad, which seem to be unexplainable. He'll get in my car and say, "I was fine until 5th period, then I just kept zoning. I couldn't focus to save my life."

It's progress. When he sees himself like that, he tries to find ways to focus, like asking the teacher if he can stand in the back of class or getting a drink of water.

Anyway, I'm not telling him about the remediation stuff because he'll freak during the FCAT. I'm praying he gets a 3 on the reading. I personally think he NEEDS remedial math at this point. But he needs to move on in reading. He doesn't need that...

With the struggles we've had this year, I just don't see how he's going to get through high school. If he can get through anywhere, it's at this Art school... but it's going to be a tough row.

And since we have to stay on top of him for everything, I am realizing... my husband and I are about to pass high school. Again.

I suspect it will not be as fun as it was the first go round.

Posted by Boudicca at April 8, 2013 10:16 PM

Both my kids were determined to have learning disabilities in reading in first grade (don't get me started on the challenges of getting them tested when knowing something was wrong). Getting through to Grade 12 was um.....interesting. My daughter, the youngest, was especially challenging. I must admit, crying while watching her get her diploma knowing I was finally done with school.

Posted by: Trudy at April 9, 2013 09:18 AM