I wasn’t sure we were going to make it.
Technically? We haven’t made it all the way. L~ still has a few math lessons to finish up today, but that’s it. Then we’re done.
So I’ll post more later about this school year, and the things that have lead us to (most likely) enroll our oldest two in the local public school district for next year. I still say most likely, much to my husband’s dismay, because the school isn’t sure they will accept her as a seventh grader Never mind the fact she probably has a higher reading level than most of the staff and faculty, and who cares that she has already done an entire sixth-grade curriculum? She was born 26 days too late, and, therefore, might have maturity issues and emotional problems as a seventh-grade student this coming fall.
And know know what? They could be right. She might. But you know what else? They could be wrong, and she might not. Considering they have never met her? I think it is rather ignorant of the principle to be so hesitant about the whole thing at this point. And I know parents can be biased and stupid when it comes to their kids’ behavior and emotional development and whatnot, but I can honestly say that one of my biggest worries about my parenting of this child is that I have always expected a lot out of her. A LOT. Because she has all been smart and way ahead, and where much is given, much is required and all that. Though I know that can be taken to the extreme and I worry that I’ve done that at times. But the point is? She is not immature. Her entire life, I’ve had people tell me that she acts older/seems older than she is.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s still an 11-year-old kid, but the whole idea of someone deciding she has to redo an entire grade because she is 26 days too young just really ticks me off. So, we shall see what happens once the committee makes its decision about my child. After that, I will make the final decision.
Anyway, that is not my intended topic for the day. My intended topic is the forms I’ve been filling out to get this whole enrollment process started.
They want to know how old I was when each of the kids to be enrolled was born. They want to know if I had any unusual physical or mental illnesses during the pregnancies. They want to know when the kids were potty trained, when they started walking, if they’ve ever had . . . a whole myriad of possible medical issues, including, but by no means limited to, eczema or urinary tract infection.
Excuse me???? I’m enrolling my kids in your school, not taking them to see a new doctor for the first time. I can totally understand why the school would need to know about medical conditions that could affect my child’s ability to learn and/or participate in a classroom setting; but eczema? How the heck is that any of their business?
Oh, because it’s a state form. It’s not really the school who is asking, it’s the State. That makes me feel much better.
What the frap?
And the form honestly asks:
How does this child’s development compare to other children, such as his or her brothers/sisters or playmates? About the same ____ slower____ faster___
Ummm . . . hello? Want to be a little more specific there? Social development? Emotional development? Physical development? Gross motor skills? Fine motor skills? Receptive language? Expressive language? Intellectual development? What? What? What!????
It’s like this folks, I’m sending my kids to school to be educated. Not psychoanalyzed, not medically or emotionally evaluated, not to have my own medical history questioned. I understand some information is necessary for the schools to have, like vaccination records. If my child had serious allergies or were epileptic, those would also be things the school should know about. But what the frap difference does it make if I had any unusual illness during pregnancy? Quite frankly, I count hemorrhoids and morning sickness as unusual because they aren’t things I deal with when I’m not pregnant. I realize they are probably looking for other things, bigger things, things that could affect the child’s ability to learn and/or function, things that could cause difficulties or disruptions that could be headed off by having the knowledge ahead of time; but that being the case? That would already be addressed elsewhere on the form.
I’m making a plan to send my kids to government schools, and I’m not liking it already. All I’ve done is fill out half a dozen forms for each kid, and I already feel like the schools are being intrusive way beyond what they need to be or should have the right to be.
Oh, and one of my favorites? I am supposed to sign a consent form for the school to be able to release my children’s information for medical and educational purposes.
What does that even mean?????? Do you want to have consent to release medical information in case my child is involved in an accident or something on a field trip or on the playground, and the first responders need the information? If that is the case, then sure! By all means! Tell them what they need to know.
But your form, dimwits, YOUR FORM doesn’t specify. It doesn’t say to whom the information could possibly be released, nor does give even the vaguest possibilities of why it could be released. (Really, what is an educational purpose???? You’re the school, you’re the educators! You already are getting too much information, why do you need to pass it on for educational purposes?????). I am not going to give you permission to just release my children’s information (boring as toast though it is) willy nilly to unspecified entities for unspecified purposes.
Believe me when I say that none of this has anything to do with why I chose to homeschool my kids to begin with. It really, truly doesn’t. But now? NOW???? It’s having a lot to do with me feeling my blood pressure rise and questioning this whole school thing.
If the economy were more certain, if our job security were more certain, I’d just ditch the virtual academy we’ve been using, buy the curriculum I like outright, hire a math tutor for the older kids, and then school year round, with a lot of traveling to historic (U.S.) sights and fun places thrown in. Although that still wouldn’t solve the underlying problem of living in the sticks and having no kids nearby, and the loneliness that has plagued my oldest this year.
It feels like there is no win-win to this situation no matter what I do.
I swear, one of these days I will make you snort coke and coffee out your nose again, I will! I know it’s been a while, and I’m probably losing readers because of that, but dang. This just isn’t funny to me.
And George . . .