A phone call from the school is not, generally, a good sign for a parent. Things rapidly go down hill when the person on the other end of the line introduces themselves as the school psychologist. Visions from 'The Butterfly Effect' begin dancing in your head when you hear those words. When the aformentioned psychologist proceeds to insist on an 'urgent meeting as soon as possible', the visions get exponentially worse.
This happened to me and my wife about a week ago. The meeting was set, with my wife to be present, but I was unable to attend. I was there, however, to meet her at the door when she arrived home with a thick sheaf of papers, and a rather stunned expression on her face.
She said nothing as she handed me the papers. The top sheet had big, bold letters. I've been in schooland nothing good comes from 32 point boldface is what I learned. But there it was, and, true to my instincts, it wasn't good.
'Your Rights as the Parent of a Special Education Student' was the headline, and my heart plummeted.
"Remember the testing Quark* went through over the summer? These are the results" she said, sliding out some papers from midway through the stack.
I grabbed them from her hand, and began reading with a heavy heart. It was a psychological profile of my son. Zipping through the report, I turned to my wife with a confused expression.
She grinned at me and said 'Gotcha'.
The report detailed how my son had scored 'greater than or equal to 130' in all aspects of an IQ test administered during the summer.
Yep, that's right, my son is gifted. Or, as the State of Tennessee now considers him, a disabled student.
*Sigh*
I turned to my wife, and summed it up as best I could-
"So the State considers him disabled because he's highly intelligent? That says so much about our society."
Needless to say, I take all the credit
*name changed, duh
This happened to me and my wife about a week ago. The meeting was set, with my wife to be present, but I was unable to attend. I was there, however, to meet her at the door when she arrived home with a thick sheaf of papers, and a rather stunned expression on her face.
She said nothing as she handed me the papers. The top sheet had big, bold letters. I've been in schooland nothing good comes from 32 point boldface is what I learned. But there it was, and, true to my instincts, it wasn't good.
'Your Rights as the Parent of a Special Education Student' was the headline, and my heart plummeted.
"Remember the testing Quark* went through over the summer? These are the results" she said, sliding out some papers from midway through the stack.
I grabbed them from her hand, and began reading with a heavy heart. It was a psychological profile of my son. Zipping through the report, I turned to my wife with a confused expression.
She grinned at me and said 'Gotcha'.
The report detailed how my son had scored 'greater than or equal to 130' in all aspects of an IQ test administered during the summer.
Yep, that's right, my son is gifted. Or, as the State of Tennessee now considers him, a disabled student.
*Sigh*
I turned to my wife, and summed it up as best I could-
"So the State considers him disabled because he's highly intelligent? That says so much about our society."
Needless to say, I take all the credit
*name changed, duh
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