Kintropy In Action: Reading and Writing and Rule days

School seems to be on my mind lately. Gabriel starts kindergarten on Friday. Yes, Friday, it is bizarre here in our school district in Oregon. Kindergartners go two days a week and since he is going Wednesday and Friday he will also go every other Monday too. At least it is all day but the Monday is a shorter day. I’m still processing the schedule myself.

Today, we had the meeting with his teacher. I thought I would get a chance to ask some questions. We were 15 minutes early and that didn’t seem to bother her but she immediately gave me papers to fill out while she rushed Gabriel to a table and started testing him. I stayed back and filled out my busy work and let her evaluate. While this was happening another family came in and the process was started again with another teacher evaluating that child. By the time I finished the paperwork Gabriel was done with his teacher. I handed her the papers and let her know I had added a couple more to the stack. I included a copy of the recent Heineken Blog and Hannah’s life plan. I wanted to give her a picture of Gabriel and his home life.

She paused a moment bewildered. She then gave me an ok whatever smile and turned to the next family. Gabriel and I started loading his supplies in his temporary cubby.

I thought we had been dismissed so Gabriel and I started heading out the door. I realized I hadn’t signed up for a lunch card for him yet and started headed for the office. The other teacher came rushing after us.

"I need to evaluate him too."

I smiled realizing I had more questions too. "Sorry, I thought we were dismissed."

So we came back in. Gabriel was sat down with the other teacher and I chatted with the other family.

I managed to ask another question and let all the teachers know I was an illustrator and could be called upon for displays. The teacher seemed to relax after she finished the next child’s evaluation. So it felt like a less rushed conversation.

Meanwhile, yesterday I put in the call to early intervention that the classroom in the new location wasn’t working. I came home to find a message from the coordinator, who was cheerful and polite but included a caveat that her boss would also be calling. I’ll go more into this tomorrow.