Archive for April, 2004

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Thursday, April 22nd, 2004

Mom reports: Yesterday I was reminded that there are others with problems much worse than ours. It started with someone posting a rumor in our yahoo group. Today it was phone calls stating that the school involved is the elementary school where our two middle children attend. A school that we like very much. The rumor is: “I heard a story tonight about a second grade student who is on the spectrum. The child is terrified of roaches, and a teacher put a plastic cockroach on top of computer to keep the kid from using it. Not suprisingly the kid freaked, and to handle the kid in meltdown they surrounded him with a circle of plastic cockroaches. Did they think that would help? Other abuse is occuring like holding the water fountain button so it comes out slow, and then full in the face as he leans over to get a drink. I don’t know if the parents even are aware of this.”

I threw clothes on and rushed to the school to quiz Noah and his friends. “Have you ever seen toy bugs in your class? Has anyone ever played a joke and put them on top of the computers?” That was too easy a solution so of course the boys claimed ignorance. Now I have to start calling parents to learn if any of them have seen toy bugs in a classroom. I recognize the potential trouble I am stirring here but how can I do nothing? I did find Noah’s description of his very Autistic classmate interesting. “Mom, I don’t want to be mean, but she’s really scribble-scrabble.”

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Thursday, April 22nd, 2004

Dad reports:
Tommy’s bus did not show up until 7:20 which gave me plenty of time to get home and check on Tommy. He was dressed and on the couch reading. Unfortunately I did not give him a once over so if you asked me to describe him all I could tell you was a “young male” and “I think he was wearing jeans.”

Good luck today Tommy!

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Thursday, April 22nd, 2004

Dad reports:
Tommy just lying on his stomach on his bed and bouncing his feet. I reminded him “I don’t have time to drive you to school today so if you miss your bus, you miss the opportunity to visit the high school” Maybe that is what he wants.

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Thursday, April 22nd, 2004

Dad reports:
Today Tommy takes a field trip to the high school. He will ride a fullsized bus with regular ed kids. He will eat in the high school cafeterria and tour the school for 3 hours. Shoot! The anticipation of the freshman hazing had my stomach in knots at his age; I can only imagine what he might be feeling.

I can’t help but expect that Tommy will end up spending most of his time on the bus reading. They’ve already said, “No verbal warnings. First mistake and you are out.” Seems like a setup for failure [remember, the school wants him in the 8th grade again].

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Thursday, April 22nd, 2004

Dad reports this morning:
I heard him cough in his sleep. Could he have been playing possum? Could he really be sick? Could he have done the fake cough enough that his body and mind is convince it needs to do it?

Gave him medicine at 6:15.

Dad reports last night:
I took his brother to soccer so I cannot speak for last night. Beforehand I know he’s begun forcing himself to cough (to the point that he might throw up). He says he is doing it on purpose and that he is not sick. Afterwards, Tommy was in the bath tub playing with the baby bath toys and refusing to actually scrub or make any effort to get out. He finally got out after I gave him a 2.5 minute warning stating “after that time I’m removing the door.”

The rest of the school day

Thursday, April 22nd, 2004

Dad reports:
The returned to his regular class then Tommy went to gym and “slept” until kids “threw 3 basketballs at me.”
After gym, he went to science class where the whole class was told to go hang on on the track and “just don’t leave the fenced in area.”
He returned to class to complain of a headache then threw up. I picked him up a half hour later.

If his descriptions are true, his week at school has been a total waste of time.

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Wednesday, April 21st, 2004

Dad reports:
Tommy ate his snack. A yogurt. He used a spoon until the spoon wouldn’t get anyting else. Then he used his finger to wipe remnants from the container and would put his whole finger to the point that it looked like the hand would go to into his mouth and lick it clean. He repeated this finger exercise over and over until the container had no evidence of ever holding food.

He reminded me of a bear stealing food from a trash bin.

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Wednesday, April 21st, 2004

Dad reports:
Bus: problems due to slug bug “mostly silly”
Homeroom: Homeroom was cancelled for everyone today – Read a book
1st class (Reading): Best class all day. Took a test on definitions.
2nd class (Math): Acted silly. And was removed “not permanently” Finished math in room.
Lunch: Ate in the classroom. Food brought to Tommy.
Gym: “People were cussing” “I was mean to the last time I went to gym. I didn’t do anything to them today.” Played softball in gym.
–further prompting–
Talked to April. “She’s my friend.” Another girl came over and started making fun of [me]; April told her to go away. Went outside. Played softball with April and other kids. “Time to come in and talked with April as we walked back.”
Shortbreak: read Ripley’s Believe It or Not
Science: (sub in class) “Not one of my better days” “Was being silly. I would breathe in their faces and say I hadn’t brushed my teeth in a long time.”
His classroom: no privileges so he read some more.

School Yesterday

Wednesday, April 21st, 2004

Dad reports:
Tommy’s school day yesterday as reported by Tommy:
Bus: Daydreaming and made the bus wait on him
Homeroom: (He is assigned a homeroom but never goes to it) Got to school before the teacher, classroom was locked, so he hung out in the hallway by my class and talked to the other teachers. When the teacher got there he showed her how to get breakfast. Then he surfed the Internet looking for D&D sites (I’d love to look in the cache on that computer and see how many naked pictures are on it!) When I asked, “Why don’t you go to your homeroom?” Tommy replied, “I just don’t.” I said, “Do you know where it is?” He said, “yes.”
1st class (Reading): “I slept”
2nd class (Math): “I slept”

I show up at this point to take him to his psychologist appointment and the teacher’s aid says energetically “We’ve had a GREAT day!” then when I prompted Tommy with “What have you learned?” and he replied “Nothing. I’ve been sleeping” the aid responded with “well, we’ve had a little problem with sleeping today.”

During the car trip to the doctor’s office Tommy acted wacky and I guess worked himself up a bit. At the doctor’s office he sat in the lobby silently passing noxious gas and reading. The doctor took me in the office first and we talked until Tommy knocked on the door and joined us. He was really turning on the immature behavior. We talked together with Tommy about how he has substituted the nose picking for the eye rolling and we even told him he was going to force himself to do the eye rolling since we brought it up (and he did). Tommy insisted “I still do the eye rolling” which has almost completely stopped. When Tommy started making spit bubbles and declaring “I’m not making spit bubbles” I said “Tommy, I can’t sit here and talk while you do that” and I got up and left the room.

After the appointment I took Tommy to the eye glass shop to fix his glasses that he broke when trying to get out of doing school work. Tommy’s mind thinks “If they are fixing my glasses, I can’t see to work” but the consequence was that he went a week with a wad of tape holding his glasses together. Turns out his frame is discontinued so the warantee is gone. I thought I’d be buying him a new pair right there (actually, I wouldn’t do that without coordinating it with an eye exam and checking on insurance coverage). The glasses shop fixed him up with a stem that almost matches his frames. It won’t be long before we are buying him new glasses. He got very excited at the prospect of picking out new frames; however, I don’t see that as a proper lesson. It would reinforce the behavior “break glasses” == “mom and dad buy me new glasses”!

Next I took Tommy home. He wanted to stop at Sonic but I didn’t think his behavior constituted the reward of fast food plus I thought I could use his eatting time to yank the starter from the Jeep. Then as I took him home I could kill two birds with one stone (didn’t happen). After his mother, Tommy and I debated whether or not to keep him home, I decided to let him go back on the school with the urging “to prove us you can work.”

Tommy checked himself in (that was fun just dropping him off and not having to run up to the office with him!), went to his classroom, then to science class where he did not sleep—instead he read a fiction book that was unrelated to the class.

Basically, Tommy blew the day off, did nothing, and was congratulated by his teachers for his outstanding performance!

When he came home he had homework and did it (Mom will have to report the afternoon as I was out of pocket working on the computer and the Jeep) took a break and when I discovered some forgotten math homework he did that too. As I recall, there was much attitude and ugliness in the afternoon and evening. He was so bad that he was sent to bed without a bath (smelly day tomorrow!).

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Wednesday, April 21st, 2004

Dad reports this morning:
Gave Tommy his medicine at 6:30 and he didn’t get out of bed until 6:50.

Dad reports yesterday:
All I can say is Tommy was horrible.