Alternatively titled: “Because Even If nothing Is Wrong, We Should Probably Create the Illusion That Something Has Gone Awry.”
We decided to put Jack on the special ed bus after school. His bus arrives in front of my house at 3:16. Sam’s bus arrives around the corner between 3:20 and 3:30. We can make it work as long as no one is either late or early. Yesterday was the first day they took the buses, and all went smoothly.
Today Jack’s bus rolled up at 3:16 and the bus driver stuck her head out of the window. “He’s not on the bus,” she said. “I don’t know why, but as we were passing by your house, it occurred to me that he’s not here.”
I think you all would have been proud to see how well I held my shit together.
I had my cell phone in hand, so called the school and started asking where my special education kindergartner was. I think I gave out my fair share of heart attacks today. The principal came on the line, told me that they put Jack on the bus, and asked to speak to the bus driver. I stepped on the bus to hand my phone to the driver and…wait for it…there was Jack. Quietly waiting on the bus. There the whole time. Sitting right next to the aide.
“He didn’t say, ‘There’s my house,'” said the driver.
On the plus side, I don’t think they’re going to forget who he is again.
From Jack’s communication notebook: He did his work on the color yellow soooooo fast that he got to pick a prize from the prize basket. AND he happily shared computer time by taking turns with a classmate.
That’s right. Jack’s a total rock star.