September 01, 2014

A Finely Woven Tapestry

It's been a tough couple weeks. T's schedule worked out with the school pulling strings and letting him take classes online that would not fit into his schedule . It's not the best solution, but it's better than he not get his classes.

Bones... it has been a horrific year to start. I'm still nervous, but if it works out, I understand why.

He got his schedule and it appeared that someone just shoved him in classes. It didn't help that he failed the Algebra EOC... AGAIN. And unbeknownst to us, he had an anxiety attack during the reading portion of the FCAT and failed it.

Even though he reads on a college level.

So they put him in remedial reading and remedial math. That would be on top of the other screw ups.

My hands are tied. There is nothing I can do for him for the math until he passes the EOC and he may be able to get out of reading if the State ever gets their act together to get him to test out.

It was supposed to be last week. Time is ticking. Now we don't know what will happen.

Meanwhile, he's not singing. They didn't give him any vocal classes.

At the beginning, when all this happened, he went into a deep depression. It was bad enough that I was concerned. He holed himself up in his room and read. (He's reading the Glass Castle.) Meanwhile, I was emailing the vocal teacher and guidance and was getting nowhere.

I got a call last week from guidance finally. She said that Bones was in a good place and that the last time she's seen him, he'd been on total freak out. But this time he was good and he understood he couldn't stay in the class some jerk gave him that is for Seniors... even though he loved the Seniors.

And that is when she said, "I'm going to put him in Spanish." It was not our path. Bones was supposed to take French. I can help him with French. I cannot help him with Spanish.

She checked and said the teacher was good and we got buy in from Bones.

And this is where the path ends up taking an odd turn...

Bones walked into his Spanish class, a class he was never supposed to take, a class we fit in because his schedule was so screwed up even guidance didn't get it.
The Spanish teacher looked at him and said, "Bones Russo". (I used a different last name in my husband's family... not our real name.)

Bones looked up and said, "Yes."

She continued, "Are... you the grandson of Lucia Russo?"

And for those who do not remember, my mother in law, died 14 years ago, while leading the Rosary, on the altar, of the local Catholic Church. She had a stroke right there and died. Bones was 6 months old.

Bones replied, "Yes, that was my grandmother."

She got silent and then said, "Bones. I knew your grandmother. I taught with her at JD Middle School. She was my best friend."

And here is the thing... Bones never wanted to take Spanish. He is not going to do well. Languages are going to be tough for him. I had hoped to help him along.

But, deep down, I think that all this happened because Spanish was an inevitability and Ma is looking out for her grandson.

In the end, the hardest class he will take this year... is being taught by her best friend.

Posted by Boudicca at September 1, 2014 09:22 PM

Wow. Amazing how things work out.

Posted by: vwbug at September 2, 2014 04:25 AM

We have a bunch of Russos up here ... importers of things "everybody needs" from the old country. Whichever old country.

So Bones is going to do Spanglish ... My daughters did HS(French)/College(Italian) where as my combination was HS(Latin)/College(FORTRAN/assembly). By the way the one daughter trying to do Japanese in college did not workout ... what with having to also learn a new alphabet and all that. I think that Bones will surprise us all.

Has anyone mentioned that TGOO has something coming up real soon now?

Posted by: The Thomas at September 2, 2014 02:39 PM

He does, he does. Thursday is the day!

Bones is going to struggle. He is struggling in his vocal classes because of something called IPA. He may end up leaving the school because although the LOVE his voice, he can't learn IPA. It all comes down to the math/language issue he has. It's some sort of processing issue. He just doesn't see it.

But we have a back up plan. I wish he could stay at the Art school. I might be able to buy him a year, but ultimately, he's going to end up back in Catholic school because he can't process like he needs to in vocal.

Posted by: Bou at September 2, 2014 03:23 PM

Bones is too young to drink IPA!

If you are talking the Phonics rather than the Ale, you should be able to buy/make flash cards to associate the symbols with the sound within a normal word.

I used it back when I took Linguistics, but I never memorized it and all I remember are the clicks and lateral fricatives (African languages), and the unvoiced p, b, and d-s. (A good way to sound like an India Indian, which I seriously lack time for.)

Posted by: The Thomas at September 2, 2014 03:36 PM

Yeah, the phonics. They never said anything about how to help him study and he failed all of those tests. We're fighting to keep him in now.

Evidently, that part of the course is over... but yeah, too late now.

Posted by: Bou at September 2, 2014 04:22 PM

When our daughter took Spanish, we got in the habit of watching Mexican game shows, soap operas, and news. We also subscribed to Reader's Digest in Spanish (although nowadays I am not keen on Reader's Digest). It helped, I think.

We also got a few children's books in Spanish from the library.

Posted by: PeggyU at September 3, 2014 11:30 AM

I am sitting her at my desk in my office at 12:58pm in the afternoon with a ham roll in my hand and tears rolling down my face!! Beautiful, soul stirring story. As a great believer in providence this story really got me. xxx

Posted by: Shaz at September 3, 2014 09:55 PM

A couple of thoughts.

As was once pointed out to me, you just can't make this shit up. The Spanish teacher being his grandmother's best friend is Someone looking out for him.

We can plan all we want, God has other plans for us. The most difficult part is learning to accept that. Bones will go where he is meant to go and all of this is a prelude to prepare him for the path chosen for him. While I believe that there is luck in life, I also believe that you make your own luck. The things that you do prepare you to be able to take advantage of the opportunity that presents itself to you.

I have been married to my wife for over thirty years, which would not have happened had I not been married previously. I had to go where I went in order to get to where I am. So is it with Bones.

It's just damn difficult when it involves our children. There were significant events in my children's lives where I prayed for assistance to influence the outcomes. But, in each case I ended the prayer with, "Thy will be done." With Him we can do anything, the hardest part is turning it over to Him.

With the family that he has, I suspect that he'll do okay in the long run.

Hope this helps.

Posted by: marcus erroneous at September 4, 2014 07:59 PM

Peggy- We may have to do that, get some Spanish books for kids. It might help. Even ones with just colors.

Shaz- It made me cry. I was standing on the driveway as he was telling me this, crying. And then when I told his Godmother, I cried again.

Marcus- That is my philosophy. He and I had a long long talk the other night about how events happened in my life, events I did not want or choose, and yet without them, I'd not have ended up with their father with the kids and life that I have. I told him, we don't know the path. God does. And hang tight, because we end up where we need to be. He's cool with it. It will be hard, it will be hard to watch, but he understands.

Posted by: Bou at September 4, 2014 08:38 PM