*Screaming, Screaming, Screaming*

I just updated my Facebook status.  It says:  Kristen Faulkner is frustrated.  Yeah, that's an understatement.  My FB status the other day said:  Kristen Faulkner hates, hates, hates E's school.  Yeah, that's also an understatement.

School:  If you are just joining the class, I will catch you up quickly.  We moved her from CA for a 5-star developmental day school.  Ethan aged out and graduated.  Ethan was then placed in a severe & profound self-contained classroom withing a typical elementary school.  I was anxious and nervous about the placement but ended up being extremely happy with my decision for him to go there.  Our school district decided to transfer the classroom from AWESOME school A to POS school B.  Why?  Their reasons still make no sense whatsoever. 

So, we are moved to POS school B.  It takes a half hour to even get there from our house.  POS school B has a history of drugs and weapons.  True story.  Last year, cocaine and marijuana were found in the hall and a kid brought a handgun to school.  This year, 2nd Graders- yes 2nd graders, brought knives and threatened to kill another kid because he was Mexican vs. being Hispanic.  There are gangs present.  So yeah, someone please tell me WHY THE FRENCH the powers that be in our school district thought it was a good idea to take kids who are non-verbal, in wheelchairs, mouth everything, and otherwise can't defend themselves from AWESOME school A with NO history of drugs or violence to a POS school B where they are at risk of finding drugs and ingesting them?  Or, how about a little gang initiation?  Sounds like and easy hit to me- the kids who can't defend themselves.  FRUSTRATION.

Then, the administration just needs to be bopped across the head.  Maybe then, they might actually get a clue.  They have no idea what people-first language is.  They use the "R" word like crazy.  I helped Mary make a Disability Awareness Board and I even secured a speaker to come and talk to the kids about disabilities.  The principal was going to say no to having the speaker come and then she agreed to having him come and talk for five minutes.  FIVE FREAKING MINUTES!?!?!?  FRUSTRATION.

The assistant principal is in the classroom yesterday morning and she argued with our assistant teacher and Mary over how things should be done for our kids.  Ummmmm, who has the degree in Special Education???  Riiiight.  She proceeds to talk to all the children like babies and like they don't understand anything.  Then she saw Ethan's modeled looking skin and says, "What's that rash on his arms?" (mind you, I am standing RIGHT THERE).  We all ask what she is talking about.  She repeats her question and adds, "Why does his skin look like that?".  "Who?"  Mary asks.  She then points and says, "That one".  Oh.My.Freaking.Gosh.  THAT ONE?!?!?!?  Um, That One has a name.  I seriously had to bite my tongue.  That WILL be addressed.  FRUSTRATION.

So there you have my HATE, HATE, HATE for E's school. 

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Feeding Issues:  Ethan's feeding issues continue to get worse.  Scott, Mary, and I are all at a loss at what to do.  Insurance continues to deny to send Ethan to CHOP all while he continues to get worse.  Throwing food, mouthing everything, not chewing, choking hazards...FRUSTRATION.

Calgon anyone???