Our re-entry into school after spring break has not been awesome in the Stimey household—or Stimeyhold, as I like to call it. By my count, Jack has been back in school for seven days. And we have gotten six calls/negative reports from the school.
The first call came last Wednesday, about ten minutes after I dropped Jack off for his first day back after spring break. It was pancake day at school and Jack was going to buy lunch. Unfortunately, in his distress over being forced to, oh dear lord, attend school, he had been unable to communicate to me that morning that he would have much preferred for me to pack his lunch. He was, however, able to communicate that to his teacher, who was forced to call me to ask me to bring him a lunch.
The next day was Thursday (as Thursday tends to follow Wednesday). I was playing in the front yard, sans cell phone, waiting for Sam and Jack’s buses to bring them home. Sam’s bus came first, which is unusual. Jack’s bus never came. When we went back into the house, there several increasingly frantic phone messages from the school, telling me that Jack wasn’t on his bus because of an “incident” at the end of the day and could you call us? Make that, I hope you get this message and call us soon. Update that to, Pleeeaassseeee call us NOW!
Turns out that Jack had gotten upset in his music class over not getting a reward, freaked out in the hallway full of students being dismissed for the day, and the teacher had to call the Green Team to deal with him. The Green Team? Not as fun and environmentally friendly as it sounds. It’s the restraint team. Oy. The assistant principal was quick to reassure me that Jack was not physically restrained and that they were able to chill him out with words, but that he was too upset for them to put him on the bus. So, off to the school to pick him up we went, where I mentioned two (or seventy) times that I am extremely leery of restraint and that is not something I want to happen to Jack. I think they got the message.
I think Friday went okay. But his homework packet didn’t come home. It also didn’t come home on Monday.
That particular mystery was solved when I went in to volunteer on Tuesday and the teacher told me that the packet had been in Jack’s folder both days, but that he had snuck it out before going home. Is it wrong that I’m a little proud of him for being so independent and creative to think of that? Oh, sorry. I mean, Bad Jack! Bad!
On Tuesday I also found out that Jack had greeted an overweight intern in the classroom with an exclamation of, “She is fat!” As a not exactly svelte person myself (hell, as a person myself), I was horrified. Another conversation to put on my list.
Don’t even ask me about homework that night. It went poorly. Nothing got done. Nothing.
Okay, so we’re back at another Wednesday. Another phone call from the school about a minor but significant behavior that I agree is inappropriate. I talk to Jack on the phone, who is sobbing about not liking first grade and how he wants to go back to kindergarten. The assistant principal tells me she’ll send Jack back to his class in a few minutes. Meanwhile my heart is breaking into a gillion pieces. On the upside, Jack rocked his homework that night.
Day seven. Thursday again. Jack’s case manager called me shortly after noon. Unfortunately I didn’t get her message until after school let out and she was gone for the day. I was completely freaked out because she sounded super serious. Based on what I saw in his communication notebook, she wanted to talk about Wednesday’s incident. That made me kind of happy that I missed her call. I had no desire to deal again with that incident, which Jack and I had already discussed and will continue to do so. [Edited to Add: Turns out that this was about an entirely different episode and a call was actually warranted. Oy.]
And again, Jack refused to do any homework. They’re going to love me when Jack shows up at school tomorrow with one day of homework complete.
None of the school’s calls and concerns were overkill (except maybe today’s call [ETA: Again, not actually overkill. Again, oy.])—and, in fact, much of it was helpful and very appreciated by me—but when you stuff it all into the space of one week, it kinda sucks.
I’m thinking that we’re going to write off this week and last week and start fresh on Monday.