Happy Feast of Sts Cyril and Methodius
Boy wittering first:
Yesterday Wee Hob let his tormentors goad him into telling them to "shut the $%^# up" and earned himself a detention for it. They also said he threatened to shoot them, but as no adults heard that, and boy owned up right away to what he did say that was inappropriate, and the school is seeing that some of these little darlings are like sharks scenting blood in the water where Wee Hob is concerned, they're giving him the benefit of the doubt on that. Or he'd already be out.
One good thing-- the school is now considering putting him in regular classes, away from these mean kids. He'd lose the support of the Special Ed teacher in class (who mostly just pokes him and gets him back on track with his work), but he'd be in more interesting classes, with more interesting kids who aren't threatened by how scary bright he is. He picks things up quickly and gets bored even faster when others don't. His problem is completing tasks and staying focussed on his work. He'd also have to do more homework outside school, and he's already behind thanks to losing most of 2 weeks of school to suspensions. And he really is fighting working with me. He has good friends in the regular classes and in Band, so this could really work. If it doesn't, he's kind of sunk, though.
Today we had even more excitement, though. I got a call about 9:30-- Wee Hob was having some scary symptoms, a reaction to the new biPolar med he started taking this week. Jaw and tongue spasms, dizziness, swollen tongue and drooling. He got to ride to the hospital in an ambulance and I met them in the ER. By then he was better, but it was still pretty scary. They kept him about an hour, gave him benedryl and sent him on his way. I bought him lunch and he went back for his afternoon classes, as he was feeling perfectly fine by then. Obviously, he'll be getting no more of that particular med.... I'll just have to deal with his little mood swings this weekend. I have to say, I prefer that to the scary reaction to the drugs.
And for those who are in an Anti-Valentine's day mood, I give you the alternate, straight from my church's Catholic Saints calendar: the Feast of Sts Cyril and Methodius, Patrons of Europe. The alphabet we know as "Cyrillic" might have come, not from Cyril himself, but from some of his later followers. He is credited with the Glagolithic alphabet, based on the Greek uncial writing of the 9th century. He and his brother Methodius apparently did some mission work in Slavonia and translated major parts of the Bible to Old Church Slavonic.
Okay, not as flashy as the St. Valentine legends (which are still pretty sketchy), but on the upside, no crass commercialization either.
Yesterday Wee Hob let his tormentors goad him into telling them to "shut the $%^# up" and earned himself a detention for it. They also said he threatened to shoot them, but as no adults heard that, and boy owned up right away to what he did say that was inappropriate, and the school is seeing that some of these little darlings are like sharks scenting blood in the water where Wee Hob is concerned, they're giving him the benefit of the doubt on that. Or he'd already be out.
One good thing-- the school is now considering putting him in regular classes, away from these mean kids. He'd lose the support of the Special Ed teacher in class (who mostly just pokes him and gets him back on track with his work), but he'd be in more interesting classes, with more interesting kids who aren't threatened by how scary bright he is. He picks things up quickly and gets bored even faster when others don't. His problem is completing tasks and staying focussed on his work. He'd also have to do more homework outside school, and he's already behind thanks to losing most of 2 weeks of school to suspensions. And he really is fighting working with me. He has good friends in the regular classes and in Band, so this could really work. If it doesn't, he's kind of sunk, though.
Today we had even more excitement, though. I got a call about 9:30-- Wee Hob was having some scary symptoms, a reaction to the new biPolar med he started taking this week. Jaw and tongue spasms, dizziness, swollen tongue and drooling. He got to ride to the hospital in an ambulance and I met them in the ER. By then he was better, but it was still pretty scary. They kept him about an hour, gave him benedryl and sent him on his way. I bought him lunch and he went back for his afternoon classes, as he was feeling perfectly fine by then. Obviously, he'll be getting no more of that particular med.... I'll just have to deal with his little mood swings this weekend. I have to say, I prefer that to the scary reaction to the drugs.
And for those who are in an Anti-Valentine's day mood, I give you the alternate, straight from my church's Catholic Saints calendar: the Feast of Sts Cyril and Methodius, Patrons of Europe. The alphabet we know as "Cyrillic" might have come, not from Cyril himself, but from some of his later followers. He is credited with the Glagolithic alphabet, based on the Greek uncial writing of the 9th century. He and his brother Methodius apparently did some mission work in Slavonia and translated major parts of the Bible to Old Church Slavonic.
Okay, not as flashy as the St. Valentine legends (which are still pretty sketchy), but on the upside, no crass commercialization either.