I have a son who struggles to read. He was 9 at the begining of the school year. My original plan was to place two of my children into the school down the street so I could spend more one-on-one teaching him. It was my chance to really make an impact. From the begining I had always homeschooled him AND 'something else' : co-op, classes at the Center For Home Education, and a private summer school a few yrs ago. At 9 his brother was reading all the time and loves to read so I became worried. The difference is, with my first I used Sing Spell Read and Write and it was a success. I just chose to try different approaches with my second. Since the Sing Spell Read Write worked so well with my first and everything else wasn't working for my second I decided to use the Sing Spell Read Write for my second. My husband essentially robbed my chance at the 9 months of really making an impact by hyjacking my plan and enrolled our second son into the public school with our two others. I argued, WHAT IS THE POINT THEN!?? He retorts, we need him evaluated and we can get a free evaluation there. If this doesn't work we'll pull him out.
He was dx with dyslexia. By Feburary of this year, (yes, it took them that long) they placed him into an intervention program for dyslexics. He had two months of the program.
For his Math MOCK he scored one of the top scores out of the entire 3rd grade.
okay..
He fails the Math STARR test by two questions. But..
my struggling reader passed the language arts portion of the STARR test. I'm like, WHAT???
Here is where the paranoia sets in..
My kinder is reading, doing well right? His teacher was on my a$$ the entire year, "He's just not getting it! Its not clicking! I'm pretty sure he'll be repeating Kindergarten." His scores were off the charts when I confronted the admistartion. A week ago she scheduled a meeting with my husband and me to discuss his progress. Sure enough, he didn't pass. She didn't pass him. She talked us into summer school. I thought, okay.. one month of extra time won't hurt.
My second child, first grade. She blurts out, "We're not going to be back here next year." That was suppose to be a seceret. Something we told the children not to repeat after they heard my husband and I discussing it. This alarmed the teacher so much that she went to the counslor and then called me to ask if she too could attend summer school because she heard her brother was going. At the meeting she tells us what our daughter said and everyone in the room looked "very concerned". We responded by saying we might be moving, our lease is up in August and we're looking into other schools. Summer school for our first grader was requested because the teacher, although admitted our child was on parr and doing well, was afraid she would regress. That was the only reason. So we thought, at least her brother will not be alone.
That gives me at least one month to work one-on-one with my struggling reader. Okay, I'm content. Next year we will be homeschooling all of them again anyways. This year has been a nightmare there!
Just now, I get an email saying our second son will be attending summer school too and I needed to sign the paper work tomorrow asap. Last day of school is tomorrow. Wait, WHAT??? NO!
I wrote to the counselor telling her that I do not consent to my son attending summer school.
I think I just stirred up a hornets nest. I'm so ANGRY right now!!!! It feels like they're slowly trying to hook us in and take complete CONTROL over us!!!!!!!!!! This is their plan from the begining and this is a formula and we're apart of the variable. My gut instincts is telling me this. I'm more than just a little freaked out.
He was dx with dyslexia. By Feburary of this year, (yes, it took them that long) they placed him into an intervention program for dyslexics. He had two months of the program.
For his Math MOCK he scored one of the top scores out of the entire 3rd grade.
okay..
He fails the Math STARR test by two questions. But..
my struggling reader passed the language arts portion of the STARR test. I'm like, WHAT???
Here is where the paranoia sets in..
My kinder is reading, doing well right? His teacher was on my a$$ the entire year, "He's just not getting it! Its not clicking! I'm pretty sure he'll be repeating Kindergarten." His scores were off the charts when I confronted the admistartion. A week ago she scheduled a meeting with my husband and me to discuss his progress. Sure enough, he didn't pass. She didn't pass him. She talked us into summer school. I thought, okay.. one month of extra time won't hurt.
My second child, first grade. She blurts out, "We're not going to be back here next year." That was suppose to be a seceret. Something we told the children not to repeat after they heard my husband and I discussing it. This alarmed the teacher so much that she went to the counslor and then called me to ask if she too could attend summer school because she heard her brother was going. At the meeting she tells us what our daughter said and everyone in the room looked "very concerned". We responded by saying we might be moving, our lease is up in August and we're looking into other schools. Summer school for our first grader was requested because the teacher, although admitted our child was on parr and doing well, was afraid she would regress. That was the only reason. So we thought, at least her brother will not be alone.
That gives me at least one month to work one-on-one with my struggling reader. Okay, I'm content. Next year we will be homeschooling all of them again anyways. This year has been a nightmare there!
Just now, I get an email saying our second son will be attending summer school too and I needed to sign the paper work tomorrow asap. Last day of school is tomorrow. Wait, WHAT??? NO!
I wrote to the counselor telling her that I do not consent to my son attending summer school.
I think I just stirred up a hornets nest. I'm so ANGRY right now!!!! It feels like they're slowly trying to hook us in and take complete CONTROL over us!!!!!!!!!! This is their plan from the begining and this is a formula and we're apart of the variable. My gut instincts is telling me this. I'm more than just a little freaked out.