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My Life Thus Far
I Just Wanted To Update...
Yes, I'm back already. I just wanted to update you on the
conversation I had with Kiki's therapist, because chances
are by the time I write tonight I won't remember what
happened. Or I'll forget to mention it entirely.
By the time I got to Holly Ridge to pick Kiki up, I'd
managed to get myself pretty upset. I know Kiki is my
child and I'm supposed to want what's best for her, but
the other girl's parents rightfully want the same thing
for her. Screw them. I don't care. Kiki's more important
to me. Anyway, I got there a little early and waited for
class to finish. We all went in, sang the bye-bye song and
I waited my turn to talk with her therapist (who sits in
on preschool too). Before I could even say a thing, she
filled me in on what she told the other parents. How she
explained to them that Kiki was socially anxious and
wouldn't open up with them in the room and that she didn't
advise that they stay in the room past today because it
wasn't good for their daughter to have them there all the
time, anyway. So, I didn't have to get upset about it at
all. That solved all my problems. Kiki needs to get the
most out of the next few months. Her teacher did offer to
gather some information for me as far as community
activities goes for Kiki. There are other preschools
available, just not on a special needs basis. Which is
fine. I want Kiki with people more advanced than herself.
That will make her come up to their level. I had the same
problem with Annie, only it was the other way around. She
was coming down to everyone else's level.
Speaking of Annie, while I was brushing her hair this
morning (lice were found in her classroom. She's wearing
it up from now until the end of eternity) she was
complaining to me about having to go to the early morning
class. The reason she's in it is because she wasn't doing
well in regular class and the WASL (standardized testing
for all of Washington state) is coming up this Spring. The
school wants to get good scores, so the students not
performing well last semester were put into this class.
Well, Miss Smarty-pants (who scores off the charts in
standardized tests, but gets check minuses on her report
card) is bored with the class because she knows everything
their covering. I told her this was her punishment for not
proving herself in class. How does the school know she's
smart if she gets bad grades on her report card? She got
quiet at that point. I think it's starting to sink in for
her. On a happy note, though. Her science project was
selected to go on to state. I think that's funny. The
project her and her dad spent an entire Sunday throwing
together was selected to be presented at Olympic College
for finals. I must admit, I did work magic with those fish
stickers, Crayola markers and scrapbooking paper. I'm
happy for her. She was proud of herself, which is
something every parent wants to see in their child.
Okay. That's all I have to say for the moment. No, I won't
be back in an hour. Ciao until tonight. Maybe :)
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