Last night, David and I were reading in bed. A sight I never, ever thought I'd see. Well, we'd also gotten an air conditioner in the trailer upstate, another sight I never thought I'd see, but we relented to the horrible heat wave and put one in our living room/kitchen. So David and I were camping out on the uncomfortable sofabed. I glanced over at him, above my book and there he was, reading a "Smokey the Bear" comic book he'd gotten many years earlier on a trip to New Mexico. He smiled at me and gleefully said, "Let's read our chapter books," and picked up Bunnicula (which is on his summer reading homework) while I reached for "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo." It was a great moment. One I never thought I'd see pre-Mary McDowell.
So, never lose hope...
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Weird Al as Teacher
I never thought I'd be grateful to "Weird Al" Yankovic, but I am. David went though a faze of being fascinated by his videos and sought them out on YouTube. First it was "Yoda" to the tune of The Kinks' "Lola," and so on.
This might not be a big deal to you but to me it was astounding. David had to figure out how to spell, was reading, practicing his keyboarding (fine motor skills), and so on. He was memorizing the lyrics and sharing them with others, including his teachers, who let the class watch these videos during "pack up time" at the end of the school day.
So, don't underestimate the power of video. Even Weird Al can be a teacher.
This might not be a big deal to you but to me it was astounding. David had to figure out how to spell, was reading, practicing his keyboarding (fine motor skills), and so on. He was memorizing the lyrics and sharing them with others, including his teachers, who let the class watch these videos during "pack up time" at the end of the school day.
So, don't underestimate the power of video. Even Weird Al can be a teacher.
"Stevie just didn't get the right life."
We just spent the weekend with David's older cousin who has ADD and other issues. Stevie made his way through the public school system with an IEP, wasted years in the Resource Room which did little good, and was socially promoted. At 21, he is struggling to graduate from a two-year program in four years and counting. Stevie is despressed, awkward socially, terribly immature and understandably, without a girlfriend. But we love him dearly. He's the older brother David never had.
Driving home from dropping Stevie off at the bus station (a big deal traveling alone--his mom thought he would get lost, his dad thought he would get cornholed in a Port Authority bathroom), David and I had the following conversation after I sad Stevie could be a bit silly:
David: Do you mean another word?
Me: Like stupid? I would never call another person stupid. Do you think Stevie's stupid?
David: I just think Stevie didn't get the right life. He didn't go to a school that knew how to teach him the right way.
There was Stevie's life in a nutshell from a 10-year-old with dyslexia and ADHD. I went on to tell David that he had a knack for seeing this clearly and for describing them plainly, for understanding people other sometimes didn't. "Thank you," he told me.
The moral of this story. Fight, fight, fight to get your child what they need, to get them in a school that's right for them. Yes, it might cost more than $40,000 a year. You might have to fight tooth and nail with the DOE each year to get partially reimbursed and hire a lawyer besides. But it's worth it. If we ever are forced to have an impartial hearing with the DOE (which I pray we don't!), I will gladly tell them Stevie's story.
I'm glad David got the right life.
Driving home from dropping Stevie off at the bus station (a big deal traveling alone--his mom thought he would get lost, his dad thought he would get cornholed in a Port Authority bathroom), David and I had the following conversation after I sad Stevie could be a bit silly:
David: Do you mean another word?
Me: Like stupid? I would never call another person stupid. Do you think Stevie's stupid?
David: I just think Stevie didn't get the right life. He didn't go to a school that knew how to teach him the right way.
There was Stevie's life in a nutshell from a 10-year-old with dyslexia and ADHD. I went on to tell David that he had a knack for seeing this clearly and for describing them plainly, for understanding people other sometimes didn't. "Thank you," he told me.
The moral of this story. Fight, fight, fight to get your child what they need, to get them in a school that's right for them. Yes, it might cost more than $40,000 a year. You might have to fight tooth and nail with the DOE each year to get partially reimbursed and hire a lawyer besides. But it's worth it. If we ever are forced to have an impartial hearing with the DOE (which I pray we don't!), I will gladly tell them Stevie's story.
I'm glad David got the right life.
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