So falling even more in love with Spotify by the second. I don't know why I haven't had it but for the last couple of months and then on top of that only just fucking with it.. but this girl is a happy chick today.
I finally heard back from the places beyond reach. He doesn't hate me. That should take some of the nerves off of the rest of my writing prerogative so I can focus.
Funny enough I thought about texting the one baby daddy yesterday knowing I was writing that chapter. He ended up on the phone with our daughter half the night. Drunk of course, but none the less, I was getting out of the shower and heard him on the phone, asked if his ears were ringing.
So crossing my fingers that I can finish this chapter today. I stopped after 13 pages yesterday, although I had submitted for hitrecord and heard back from one of the curators. So I always feel slightly accomplished when I at least push stories there.
My hands are freezing though. And even with my meds today I feel my focus slightly off. Although admitting to my doctor my meds trail off and I'm doing 5 hours and redbull on top of them did get him to agree (his suggestion) to up my dosage so that I stop with all the extra. So we're on our way to almost the correct dose, that I was on for ten years before I switched states. Stupid doctors not listening trying to fix everything... Asshats.
Also... my son was driven home yesterday by the school officer, who told me it wasn't his fault, he was getting bullied and a teacher jumped on the bus and took him off because he was yelling...
okay..
So I called today to figure out exactly who did what. This fucking teacher had some balls. Admittedly he took my kid off the bus and then got pissed when i asked him about his special ed training. He kept assuring me he had it and running in circles with his words offended. Ummm.. No. Answer the question... Pissed when I told him to me this is a two party system and while I'm not justifying what my son did, it's part of his diagnoses when he feels threatened. Told me I'm not taking responsibility.
To which I cut him off and explained I work in the school system and deal with a plethora of children whose parents don't give a damn at all and all go diagnosed and it's chaos on a daily basis. So while I'm inquiring about what the hell was going on, I am experienced, and my concern isn't just for my son as this was now the second time something on the bus has happened, and the bus driver herself needed training, and when dealing with children like him with multiple diagnoses that had he had a little patience it would of gone a long way. I asked if anything was done to reprimand the other student?
He asked what other student....
Oh wow.. he really had no idea what the hell was going on.
I explained there was a high school student making fun of him and bullying him. That's why he was yelling in the first place. And had he been properly listened to then he would of calmed down knowing he was being heard.
He had no idea. So again proving my point that he was acting irrational towards a student with a disability.
I asked him blatantly if he knew what Oppositional defiant disorder was. He said yes. And I again asked if he had any formal training in dealing with a child with this specific diagnoses and maintaining he has ADHD as well as PTSD.
He was so fucking offended it was funny keeping it real. And again running his mouth in circles defending his actions.
I cut him off and told him he wasn't actually answering the question. He irately said no he had no formal training but he's worked in the school system for 19 years and done a couple of conferences.
Okay.. that is the answer. So you have zero mandatory training dealing with children with disabilities, to which I now get to presume neither do the bus drivers. Thank you for the actual answer.
Told him again, I'm not defending my son, but the concern, why he's getting momma bear protecting her cub, is the fact this isn't our first incident and the first time my son was actually assaulted and removed and nothing was done to the other child. So the bus driver is actually a big concern for me currently.
He calmed the fuck down. I let him know I would be in contact with the school special ed directer and thanked him for his time.
Being super real though, I work in an urban school setting and my kids go to white bread suburban america school.
Hug fucking difference. If you don't have the heart to work with kids in any circumstance maybe you shouldn't be teaching, especially if it requires you to exude patience. Give me a fucking break. And he's teaching at the same fucking school he attended. I went to school with the guy. Lmfao.
Urban school is 30 kids to a classroom with no supplies all fighting each other with no respect for adults. Parents using the school system as a glorified babysitter. Till you have half the class throwing shit at one another calling every one out don't talk to me about training.
Merica.
I finally heard back from the places beyond reach. He doesn't hate me. That should take some of the nerves off of the rest of my writing prerogative so I can focus.
Funny enough I thought about texting the one baby daddy yesterday knowing I was writing that chapter. He ended up on the phone with our daughter half the night. Drunk of course, but none the less, I was getting out of the shower and heard him on the phone, asked if his ears were ringing.
So crossing my fingers that I can finish this chapter today. I stopped after 13 pages yesterday, although I had submitted for hitrecord and heard back from one of the curators. So I always feel slightly accomplished when I at least push stories there.
My hands are freezing though. And even with my meds today I feel my focus slightly off. Although admitting to my doctor my meds trail off and I'm doing 5 hours and redbull on top of them did get him to agree (his suggestion) to up my dosage so that I stop with all the extra. So we're on our way to almost the correct dose, that I was on for ten years before I switched states. Stupid doctors not listening trying to fix everything... Asshats.
Also... my son was driven home yesterday by the school officer, who told me it wasn't his fault, he was getting bullied and a teacher jumped on the bus and took him off because he was yelling...
okay..
So I called today to figure out exactly who did what. This fucking teacher had some balls. Admittedly he took my kid off the bus and then got pissed when i asked him about his special ed training. He kept assuring me he had it and running in circles with his words offended. Ummm.. No. Answer the question... Pissed when I told him to me this is a two party system and while I'm not justifying what my son did, it's part of his diagnoses when he feels threatened. Told me I'm not taking responsibility.
To which I cut him off and explained I work in the school system and deal with a plethora of children whose parents don't give a damn at all and all go diagnosed and it's chaos on a daily basis. So while I'm inquiring about what the hell was going on, I am experienced, and my concern isn't just for my son as this was now the second time something on the bus has happened, and the bus driver herself needed training, and when dealing with children like him with multiple diagnoses that had he had a little patience it would of gone a long way. I asked if anything was done to reprimand the other student?
He asked what other student....
Oh wow.. he really had no idea what the hell was going on.
I explained there was a high school student making fun of him and bullying him. That's why he was yelling in the first place. And had he been properly listened to then he would of calmed down knowing he was being heard.
He had no idea. So again proving my point that he was acting irrational towards a student with a disability.
I asked him blatantly if he knew what Oppositional defiant disorder was. He said yes. And I again asked if he had any formal training in dealing with a child with this specific diagnoses and maintaining he has ADHD as well as PTSD.
He was so fucking offended it was funny keeping it real. And again running his mouth in circles defending his actions.
I cut him off and told him he wasn't actually answering the question. He irately said no he had no formal training but he's worked in the school system for 19 years and done a couple of conferences.
Okay.. that is the answer. So you have zero mandatory training dealing with children with disabilities, to which I now get to presume neither do the bus drivers. Thank you for the actual answer.
Told him again, I'm not defending my son, but the concern, why he's getting momma bear protecting her cub, is the fact this isn't our first incident and the first time my son was actually assaulted and removed and nothing was done to the other child. So the bus driver is actually a big concern for me currently.
He calmed the fuck down. I let him know I would be in contact with the school special ed directer and thanked him for his time.
Being super real though, I work in an urban school setting and my kids go to white bread suburban america school.
Hug fucking difference. If you don't have the heart to work with kids in any circumstance maybe you shouldn't be teaching, especially if it requires you to exude patience. Give me a fucking break. And he's teaching at the same fucking school he attended. I went to school with the guy. Lmfao.
Urban school is 30 kids to a classroom with no supplies all fighting each other with no respect for adults. Parents using the school system as a glorified babysitter. Till you have half the class throwing shit at one another calling every one out don't talk to me about training.
Merica.
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