Apparently, summer is not done with us yet. It’s going to be 30 degrees and humid as fuck all week here.
So, although we are supposed to be preparing for school — getting back on schedule, ramping up our homework, reading, buying school stuff — we are instead spending our days swimming, playing games on PBS Kids, playing Zombie Dice and Yahtzee, and sleeping in a bit longer than is probably helpful.
Oh well. I remember fitting in as much as possible in the days leading up to school, in the sad anticipation of the end of summer holidays.
Besides, That Girl has been working hard at therapy and exercises and homework and reading all summer, so it’s not like a few more hours of work will be a game-changer.
And especially this week, we are purposefully being distracted and goofing off — because yesterday, we picked up That Girl’s report card.
AND NOW, LET US TAKE A MOMENT TO EXPRESS MY DISGUST AT THE ONTARIO TEACHER’S UNION FOR:
A) THE AMOUNT OF TIME IT HAS TAKEN TO DO THIS WORK WHICH IS PART OF THE FUCKING JOB,
2) THAT THERE WAS NO INFORMATION SAVE LETTER GRADES ON THE DAMN REPORT CARD, AND
C) THE FACT THAT THE TEACHER’S UNION ARE STILL HOLDING US FOR RANSOM WITH STRIKE THREATS.
Okay, let’s move on.
Back to the report card, where… THAT GIRL ROCKED IT. The majority of her grades? WERE B GRADES.
Yeah, she’s on an IEP for many things. But still. She’s SO PROUD of herself. Contrast that to her first term, pre-IEP, where she was pulling in low Cs and Ds. She was devastated by that first report card.
This one is much, much better. For her self-confidence, for her self-image, for her happiness with school, everything. She feels like she is doing well.
Yeah, she’s going to notice that she’s not doing the same work at the same level or speed as the other kids, as she goes along. And we’ll have to deal with that as we go. But for us, the effort she is putting in is huge, and she’s working at her potential, and doing well at it — and if she’s able to do that, AND be happy and healthy in her school environment, then that is all we want for her.
Besides, she earned her best grade, a B+, in a subject which is NOT on her IEP: Drama. And Bs in phys ed and music, also not on the IEP.
And, in the biggest show of how hard she is working, she got a B- in reading, up from a D+ in the first term. And also not on her IEP. And that is HUGE.
I want to show the whole world, “LOOK HOW HARD MY CHILD WORKS! LOOK AT WHAT SHE HAS DONE! LOOK AT HER READ THE HELL OUT OF BOOKS AND SIGNS AND EMAILS!”
I mostly cruised through school. I did the minimum amount of work, except in subjects I loved. I averaged a B most of the time.
My kid works her ass off, goes to therapy and does more work, and then comes home and does homework and therapy exercises, just to get her Bs. And yeah, some of them are with lower expectations than her peers. But she earns every fucking one of them.
And I could not be prouder. I really couldn’t.
So we are going to celebrate. We will have takeout Happymeals. We have obtained celebratory cupcakes. We will watch Pitch Perfect, both 1 and 2. We will revel in the hard work and success of our wonderful kid. And we will enjoy the end of the summer to the full.
Because too soon, the hard work will begin again in earnest. And we will be able to remind ourselves, after this last week of fun and celebration and pride, why it’s worth it.