Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Martin's Summer Session is overflowing, they put him in the 12:30- 4:30 p.m. class with no afternoon bus route and it's all the way up the highway at the other high school, plus costs money.
Hey, what price education? I know I'm gonna have to pay for some online courses to get him successfully through high school by age 19 1/2. I held him back in first grade, he desperately needed it. Developmentally delayed then, physically and emotionally scarred from what he'd been through back in Texas, scared to pieces, out of his three year old mind when he arrived here due to confusion, chaos, severe neglect, and being improperly medicated, plus he had a super challenging sib group accompanying him.
He didn't need any medications, his foster mom had put 'em all on clonedine because she said they were hyper.
They were toddlers for crying out loud, they were naturally rambunctious.
"If we don't take it, we'll have a heart attack," his then seven year old sister screamed in alarm when I told them they didn't need it. We ran to a psychiatrist and a psychologist to get help, to ensure the kids they could stop taking meds.