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I’d rather be pole dancing

“Extended School Year” … ESY … basically summer school for kids when mandated in the IEP. Pearlsky’s starts Monday. Here is the email I sent today to the Assistant Superintendent for Student Services: I know you have seen the emails about the ESY start time. It is actually a worse situation than outlined, but this

Idiots Expound Profusely (I.E.P.)

Have I ever mentioned that I hate idiots? The moment you combine the concept of “communication,” when dealing with Pearlsky, who, according to you, has none, the moment you mention her “intent” or “intention” you expose your inner self, that of a complete moron, or, at least a person who should not be working with

Monsieur Pants-STILL-on-Fire

I was not sure if I was going to follow-up on the previous post, but alas, I must, as you shall see. Basically, I wrote a “Single Dad” email, went back and forth a bit with the teacher and administrators. The teacher actually admitted to intentionally, knowingly documenting events that have not happened. Here is

Monsieur Pants-on-Fire

Knowing that Pearlsky has NO real communication, the basic notes that come home from school are vital. The latest incarnation is the teacher sending an email at the end of everyday with the vital information. The format is the same, a simple table with what I need to know, such as did Pearlsky get her medications on

“Please accept my resignation. I don’t care to belong to any club that will have me as a member.” ~Groucho Marx

Wow. I did not mean to start such controversy! But then, I love it. Several topics in this post. The odds that the physical therapist of the last two posts has even seen my original email (with my snarky clause, as opposed to a Santa clause, of course) are very slim. It was actually written

“The people to fear are not those who disagree with you, but those who disagree with you and are too cowardly to let you know.” ~Napoleon Bonaparte

Let’s say you are a cat lover. Unfortunately your cat has some problem and needs medication every day at noon (I actually spent a year giving a cat insulin shots daily), so you hire a neighbor to do it since you work. One day your cat is really sick, almost dead, you take it to

“I also found being called Sir rather silly.” ~Harold Pinter

I was tired. It was a long day and only 3:00! Pearlsky came home and, as an aside, the aide mentioned Pearlsky had physical therapy. I looked at the sign-off sheet that comes home, and there was no therapy sign-off. I sent the teacher an email and yes, I admit, the last part of the

“What’s done can’t be undone.” ~William Shakespeare

Done. The four years of feeding Pearlsky gruel … blended pizza, blended bacon cheese burgers, etc. is over, with a whimper. Sort of. This is all because of the head nurse (I will have a review of the complaint against her soon, the state attorney general has been assured that a decision by the Office