Each day when my son L. gets home, I grab his backpack first thing and rummage through it for his notebook. This notebook dates to the beginning of the year when his teacher Mrs. R. started sending notes home on his progress and little things that happen during the day that I might have an interest in. Some days say he's had a good day, was cooperative, did his work, etc. Some days aren't so great. He was stubborn, refused to follow his schedule, etc.
The entries that I like best are the ones that tell me a little story about some funny thing he did that day. For instance, he said he wanted to play doctor. The teacher's assistant cheerfully agreed, even after L. said he was going to give her a shot. Well, the poor woman got the shock of her life when he stuck her with a straight pin. Not that I'm laughing at her misfortune, but for some reason this really made me laugh. The other day a little girl in his class had a birthday party. He promptly ate the piece of cake he was given and then went over to her and opened his mouth wide and tried to get her to feed him her cake.
His teacher Mrs. R. said that one day a child in her class was having a melt down, L. tried to push them aside and as he said, "I'll deal with this." Apparently he thought he could do better. So while I cringe at the entries that state he had a bad day, I find great joy in the little laughs I get from the other stories I get to read.
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
School Starts
As I have said before, I have two children that fall on the spectrum. Well, this week my younger son H. started school again. He is now in first grade, completely main streamed and doing pretty well for a kid who didn't speak until he was four. Two years later and I am amazed by his progress. I count it as a miracle.
He still has his quirks to be sure but he is so smart. The big problem is this - he doesn't quite understand how recess works. You hear the bell, you go out and play for awhile, you hear the bell, and you go back in. He gets the going out part, it's the coming back in that seems to be his problem. Last year when he was in kindergarten he would leave the kindergarten play ground and go play on the big toys. Often times they would be searching for him, only to find him on the big kids play ground. Now that he is in the first grade and allowed to play on the big kid play ground he just doesn't come back in.
Yesterday, my husband tells him all morning, "When you hear the bell you need to come in from recess." He says it enough times that H. begins to repeat it with him. Later on that day his teacher was in the office and I asked if he had come back in when the bell rang. She smiled and shook her head no. At least she is extremely understanding about it, and seems to take it all in stride. Apparently, he also was insulted by her snacks. She offered him pretzels and he scowled at her and asked her what was up with that. (He doesn't like pretzels.)
It's quite honestly like having a little Kramer from Seinfeld on our hands. He makes some pretty outrageous faces, he jerks and acts shocked over the littlest things, he lets you know when he doesn't like something, even if it's socially taboo, and he's kinda spacey. But oh how we laugh.
He still has his quirks to be sure but he is so smart. The big problem is this - he doesn't quite understand how recess works. You hear the bell, you go out and play for awhile, you hear the bell, and you go back in. He gets the going out part, it's the coming back in that seems to be his problem. Last year when he was in kindergarten he would leave the kindergarten play ground and go play on the big toys. Often times they would be searching for him, only to find him on the big kids play ground. Now that he is in the first grade and allowed to play on the big kid play ground he just doesn't come back in.
Yesterday, my husband tells him all morning, "When you hear the bell you need to come in from recess." He says it enough times that H. begins to repeat it with him. Later on that day his teacher was in the office and I asked if he had come back in when the bell rang. She smiled and shook her head no. At least she is extremely understanding about it, and seems to take it all in stride. Apparently, he also was insulted by her snacks. She offered him pretzels and he scowled at her and asked her what was up with that. (He doesn't like pretzels.)
It's quite honestly like having a little Kramer from Seinfeld on our hands. He makes some pretty outrageous faces, he jerks and acts shocked over the littlest things, he lets you know when he doesn't like something, even if it's socially taboo, and he's kinda spacey. But oh how we laugh.
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