Friday, January 6, 2012

To believe or not to believe....or Spanish will be the death of me....

I wish I had known that my son had Aspergers at the beginning of the school year....I wish I had known that Aspies don't do well with studying foreign languages. I knew he had a C in Spanish 1 (not bad for not doing any homework for 1/2 the class)...so based on the requirement for college prep of 2-3 years of foreign language...we signed him up for Spanish 2. First quarter...he was excited. A new interesting teacher and completed assignments meant he had a B for the first quarter. Most of it must have been some review of Spanish 1 as well. He began to get bogged down by early second quarter so a tutor was arranged. This was a peer of his and come to find out they spent most of the sessions discussing overthrowing the government rather than reviewing Spanish. Alex, as you all know by now, missed a week mid-second quarter, and this was the only teacher not cooperating with parent communication. He failed the second quarter and wound up with a D for the semester.

As part of his 504 plan, he was given the opportunity this week to make up a missing test and several missing big assignments....enough to bring his final grade to a C level. He went as instructed to get the  list of assignments...but neither he or the teacher thought about the fact that HE TURNED IN HIS BOOK AT THE END OF THE SEMESTER. UGH! So, today he apparently went to the classroom twice to borrow a book to make up his work...and the teacher was there neither time. He is notorious for lying about these things in the past so I don't know whether to believe him about trying to find the book...or if he "just forgot"...or if he hates Spanish so much he did it as an avoidance measure to keep from having to do the make up work over the weekend.....

Looks like Monday, Tuesday and Wens night will be long ones doing all his regular assignments and all his Spanish make up...because it all has to be turned in by the 12th!

2 comments:

  1. Honestly, fuck Aspergers. I was diagnosed when i was a kid and my parents never bothered to tell me that I was different from anyone else, and never gave me any excuses for not changing. I dealt with shit. I grew up. I didn't fall back on "oh shit, i'm too special for that". Now i'm in college, have (and had) a lot of friends, nobody is aware there's anything different about me, everybody should do that.

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  2. in reference to this specific post, I barely passed german in middle school and got a D+ in Latin 1 freshman year. My parents response was NOT to tell me "you're special, it's okay", but "if you want to get into college, you can't fail classes"... and so i didn't fail classes... and i got into college...

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