…this is a rant…
My kid hates the gifted math class he goes to. I finally sent out a request via school email last week for the teacher to call me. Which she did today. My previous correspondence from her was this, his first trimester evaluation (he’s in the sixth grade).
I can interpret this, but given that it is #1 from a teacher and #2 from a gifted teacher, I expect better. It’s the ‘does can sometimes explain’ that really gets me.
What did I learn today? That the kid spends the class with his head on his desk and his hood over his head. That he only contributes to ask disruptive questions. I pointed out to her that there was no way that I would know this sort of behavior was going on unless she relayed it to me, because the kid surely isn’t going to. His behavior is not acceptable, but her lack of responsibility in working with the kid’s parents is worse. Let’s face it, who should take the lead here? I told her I would like some ideas from her about how to make the class more interesting to him, to make it seem like it’s not a punishment to go (he misses morning recess with his friends to get transported to another school to take this class). She blathered on about when she was a kid and how she wasn’t challenged. I cut her short. Two reasons- #1, I totally know, after all, the kid’s smarts didn’t descend from nowhere, and #2, it’s not about her 30 years ago, I’m trying to work on something constructive for the kid now. She had no ideas. I said, well, would you be willing to give me a short email each day noting if he made an effort? Oh yes, that’s a good idea.
Followed an ambulance for a bit today. It left the hospital, slowly, strolling along, until it got to the rotary, then on came the sirens. I could see they were clearly transporting somebody. Who was sitting up on the stretcher drinking what looked like an iced coffee or soda.
This nearly caused an accident when the two cars that very politely pulled over to let the ambulance by (one totally off the road) tried to get back on the rotary (aka traffic circle). This is the #1 accident spot in the entire state. Granted, it’s a whole lot smaller than some of them in Mass. (and we drive better up here! … sure….. ) The high school moved from here to a new building last year, so maybe the accident statistics have dropped.
Almost to the thumb on the first mitt in a pair of Dashing, which I’m making mostly out of Ultra Alpaca, with a bit of angora at the cuff edge. Slightly different color than the Bunny Scarf and for the same person.
Spinning my wheels about some ArcMap and Crystal Report issues… anybody out there work with these?