Special Education And Parents Who Give A Damn

Many years ago when my husband was stationed in Savannah, Georgia I worked at a school. The school was a very good school which educated some of Savannah’s richest families. I didn’t understand the politics involved in education until I started working in the Special Education department. It would become a stark lesson in life about inequality inside the classroom because of status.

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It would be my first lesson in social status division and my first lesson in how schools viewed children with special needs. My oldest daughter at the time was in the third grade. She was invited to two parties within the same week about halfway into the school year. One of the parties was being help at a child’s house in the Landings and the other was being held at a house at a mobile home community.

I remember asking the teacher who worked over me about both areas. I didn’t know anything about the Landings and I didn’t know anything about the mobile home park due to the fact that I liked to keep on base as much as possible. She informed me that the Landing’s party was the party I needed to let child attend. She giggled about the VIP invite and then started laughing about the mobile home invite. She insisted on keeping my child away from the child who stayed in the mobile homes because they were basically trashy.

Time came for the two parties which were held days apart. I decided against letting my daughter attend both parties due to the fact that I didn’t know the parents. I like to know parents before I say yes. However, due to the response of the teacher, I have always looked on schools with a bit of skepticism. I remember the importance the teachers held on children who were in Special Education with parents who had good jobs and the lack of importance they held for children from poor areas.

It really put me on a mission to make sure that each child knew of their importance no matter their parent’s status. I will never forget the time when I was told by a teacher that she would rather have a classroom of ghetto children than teach children under the Special Education umbrella. The sad fact is that parents do not have any idea of how some educators view their children if they have special needs. It is important perhaps more important for parents of children with special needs to stay involved with the schools and to monitor their children’s interactions due to these issues.

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Years later my daughter would get service from under the umbrella because of her ADHD and her ADD. However, those two issues weren’t the issues that would cause her to retreat inside herself, it would be a bullying attack that would hinder her from being able to interact socially. I find myself blessed with the inside knowledge of two things because of my occupational travels. I understand how certain children are regarded due to their disability and I understand how schools do not tell you about the obstacles these children face inside and outside the classroom.

So this brings me to my conversation with my daughter before we went to bed. Last night my daughter entered the room and gave me this very meaningful speech as I gazed out the window.

“Mom, I do not want you to worry about me being placed in another theater class because at the end of the day, I know you believe in me. I know dad believes in me and I believe in me. I don’t need a teacher to give me the green light when I have you guys. If she doesn’t want me in her class, I don’t want to be in it. I’ll just do my best in the new class and prove her wrong.-Ariana

I guess that is the point of it all. It is my support that will protect and propel her. Schools are set on default educations which means they do not always give what each and every kid needs. No matter how much we want to elevate the idea of teachers, there will always be those teachers who aren’t encouraging to all children. So, as parents we must lift our children up when the world tries to bring them down and remember it is our support that gives them wings.

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Here We Go!!! First Morning Of School 2019/2020

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And we are off! Alison has to be at swim class in 42 minutes. Yes. I said it right, she is in swim class. I am really thankful I taught her how to swim about two years ago, but I am willing to bet they might have to go over a few things. She has a really demanding schedule for this year. Ariana is taking ROTC this year which is different. When we lived in Garland, the school wanted her to take ROTC for the Air Force, but she chickened out. She isn’t overly happy about ROTC, but it might help her with self discipline.

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As for me, I’m scared and excited all at once. I am scared because I need to be something I have never really been in the past. I have to be super structured in making sure they have their allotted time for homework. So, this is the plan, I will pick them up after school and bring them home. Last year Ally walked and it was super stressful because at times she would go over her friend’s house which would take away from homework time.

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This year we will come home station ourselves in the living room and put all cellphones in the table and have 1 hour of homework time or school depress time if you may. After I told them about the new rules, Alison whispered to Ariana that we were turning white! Whatever that means!!! As for mom, I signed up for Ubereats! I want to do something that allows me the freedom that I need when it comes with taking care of my mommy responsibilities. It’s 6:21 and a hear a coffee cup calling my name. So, have a great morning and I will see you later to let you know how the new rules work out.

Update!!! 7:08 So, we dropped Alison off and she isn’t really feeling the before 7 AM class! I hope she feels better as time goes by because the schedule isn’t changing. I felt a little bad for the reporter that tried to talk to her this morning. From the looks of it, Ally kind of pushed her away with her eyes. I saw her pull my daughter over only to see her look a little funny as Ally walked away in her leave me alone mood. Welcome to my world!

Uber And Their Defining Moment

Yesterday started out being a happy day full of fun and promise. I picked up car from the dealership and started on my way home. While I was in route to my house the car started to act funny. Soon I found myself pulling over to a mechanic’s shop trying to explain the sudden break down that nearly caused a wreck.

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My newly used car had stopped working not once, but twice before I reached the shop. Not only did it stop working, but it nearly stopped on the highway. As I pulled up to the light the car shut off once more. So, I’m freaking out by now and hating the fact that I do not know my husband’s number. Hell, I didn’t even have a phone on me. I do not like taking phones, or at least I didn’t like taking phones until this situation took place. I’m looking at the guy from the mechanic shop explaining how he can’t help and at the same time thinking about the AS IS phrase plastered across the contract I just signed.

I’m at this shop away from my family, stuck with an unsafe car, and really just not knowing what to do next. After the manager of the shop explained that his shop couldn’t help me, I decided that I would try to make it across the street to Walmarts by way of the parking lot and street. After the car cut off about three more times in the parking lot, I stopped and just looked around. I finally made up my mind that I would try to reach Walmart’s because a phone was my only way out. A phone would allow me to call my husband once more, download the Uber app and make my way home.

After a few more stalls I was safely in the Walmart parking lot. I parked near the lawn area on the 8th row. I jumped out of the car and ran inside to buy a phone and plot my escape from my Ford Escape. My day didn’t ease up then, I guess the heat was starting to get to me, so it took me like 45 minutes to just locate my number on my new cheap Verizon phone. Verizon, you really do not need to make phone numbers that hard to find ever again.

So, businesses that got a beautiful A plus yesterday would be Walmarts, Pepboys, and my savior Uber. As soon as I was able to sign up for Uber and ask for the ride, my driver just magically showed up within a second or so. I don’t think I would have made it another 20 minutes, or 30 without turning into a total mess. Not only was he able to offer me a cooler climate, but he was also able to offer me hope. As for the salesman that told me he thought the warning system light was meant for a tire or just off, he was wrong. It was a warning that something serious was wrong with that car and it put my life in danger. http://www.killeenautosales.net/ I am very upset with you guys. By the way, the car is now at the Ford house getting fixed. I am glad to be alive, but what if I had died on the highway because you sold a vehicle that was too dangerous to be driven? My children would have been without a mother and my husband without a wife because you weren’t honest about the car.

My Daughter’s Encounter With The Police

I’ve been struggling with something lately. This past weekend my daughter walked to the store which isn’t very far from our house. She informed us that on the way to the store a cop slowed down to a near crawl and drove beside her. She then stated that it made her nervous so the turned around and walked the other way. The policeman then turned around and proceeded to follow her in that direction as well.

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Due to the cop making her nervous she decided to go to another store which ended up being a little closer than the first store she planned on visiting. As she entered the store, the cop drove away. We have had talks about staying away from trouble. She does a good job of it, to be honest. She doesn’t really go anywhere with anyone. We have covered the basics, even warned her about staying away from hoodies which is something she had on last weekend. She hates the sun! I’m feeling kind of confused and stressed about the policeman following my daughter, to be honest. I never thought I would have to explain the dangers of being a minority female on foot. We tell her to watch out for strangers, watch out for people who look jittery, but we haven’t had to talk to her about watching out for cops.

I used to bake cupcakes and bring our cops back in Garland treats to help show our appreciation. Hell, I would even go to Taco Bell and grab food just to take it to patrol cars to show how much we cared. I’m scared because the atmosphere is changing and in many ways it has changed. I told my daughter something totally different this weekend when we talked about the encounter with the officer. I told her to be careful, face the officer, and smile if he follows you. Then I started thinking about what I was saying. Why was some officer following my daughter around and is she safe here in this small town, we call home?

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Just what do we tell our children about interactions with the police?

Summer School My Way

My children can’t go to summer school, so I will bring it to them this year. It appears that both of my children have inherited my husband’s disdain for history. I happen to love history, life science, social science, and even managed to take extra classes in those areas in college. So, it is safe to say we will start today with a lesson on how it all started.

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This morning we will start off talking about Pangaea, Continental Drift theory, Southern/Northern Hemisphere and how we all started. If you are wondering how and why we decided that our children needed this lesson, it is because one of our lovely children thought California was in Texas. It really was a wtf moment. We have helped with history homework in the past, but for some reason that lack of knowledge never came to surface.

After we made it to the store, my husband politely asked me if I would teach our children this summer exclusively over the subjects they seem to be low in, and of course, I was delighted. This morning I will work on my lesson plan, and try to help the girls better understand the world as we know it. I knew those classes would matter one day!

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I have science and history covered. However, I need help with drama. Both girls are in theater and both are on the fence about their drama classes. I would like to do something for them to help them gain more confidence in reading plays and memorizing them. Does anyone know of a good method for studying drama?

Are Electric Bills Forcing People In The Poor House?

My husband and I moved into this house a little over a year ago. When we first moved in our electric bill was around 250 per month. The 250 per month included an energy saving plan with TXU. Supposedly, the green plan would help save us money and lower our bill. After about six months of seeing very little savings we decided to move to another plan with TXU. This plan was supposed to save us more money because we wouldn’t be paying for energy on the weekends.

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About a month or so after the plan we noticed that our bill started to get out of control. It was no longer in the 250 range, it was going into the 300 plus range. The weather was starting to change and the house was starting to get colder. So, I asked a TXU representative why were our bills so high. He told me that basically, I needed to mimic the outside weather. So, if it was cold outside, my house would need to be a representation of that in order to have a normal bill. I asked him are you saying we need to freeze, he said bundle up!

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That was clearly not going to work with three children in my home. So, we started cutting back on other bills. No matter how we limited our usage, or what we did, the bill was still high. The area we were spending the most money in was still heating.

After my year ended, I linked up with Direct Energy. I have since noticed about a 200 dollar drop. TXU called me back and wanted to know what they could do in order to get our business back. They stated that the plan I was on prior to leaving was a plan that cost 14 cent per kilowatt. Average households pay about 12.7 to 13 per kilowatt, but TXU had us paying 14 cent. This was the reason my bill was never going down. I now pay 10 cent per kilowatt.

If you are having trouble with high energy bills, you need to talk to the company about the amount you are paying for your electricity. You shouldn’t have to freeze in your home in order to save money. Pay close attention to where the most energy is being allotted. In our case it wasn’t about computers, TVs or even appliances it was something we needed. Study your bill, and look back at your usage from a year ago. I hope your home stays a climate friendly zone.

Nextdoor App Exposes People You Do Not Want Living Next Door.

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For the past few months I’ve been reading the post on Nextdoor. If you aren’t familiar with the app, let me give you the run down. Nextdoor is an application that neighbors use to post various things for their neighborhood to see. Some of the information can be useful, but often some of the information seems to be a little too dramatic.

One morning someone posted a vent asking people to walk their pets in their backyards due to her being tired of seeing poop in her yard. Needless to say, this didn’t go over well. Apparently, people like walking their dogs, but they do not like taking doggy bags with them for the retrieval method!

Another evening, a thread was started about someone selling internet, or some other service from house to house. The author of the post stated that the person in question was told that he pretty much wasn’t welcomed. So, instead of leaving the property, the individual decided to ask the owner of the house if he was being turned away due to his race? The author of the post went on to talk about how the person used the race card, while another member stated that door to door salesmen didn’t have equal opportunity.

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At that point, I told my husband our neighborhood seems to have a drama problem. From frequent posters speaking of shootings every weekend minus emergency vehicle follow-ups to neighborhood watchmen wanting to play cops, I felt it was time for my review. After reading a thread about events unwinding at a “local” crack house near the neighborhood, my husband questioned the authors about the location. Instead of us getting a response, we got silence. Another person questioned about the house, again nothing but silence.

I have come to the conclusion that Nextdoor, helps me know exactly who I do not want living next door to me. If you can’t give accurate details, you are doing nothing more than spreading gossip.