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Too Pooped to...

I have been avoiding putting my thoughts in text lately because I’m not sure even I want to read whats swirling around up in my dome.

I should be excited with anticipation on our up coming move. I should be thrilled that soccer season is “almost” over so I will be getting my free time back to do with as I please. I should be joyous that the heat has been squelched a bit lately. I should be enjoying having all 3 of my kids in my life. I should be relaxed now that one of my kids is back on track after a short venture down a dark and ugly path. I should be proud of myself for the recent steps I have taken on the path to a better me.

I feel like I should be a lot happy about a bunch of things, but I am just too worn out and stressed over some stupid crap to get to enjoy any of the above.

I didn’t just hit a wall, I ran into it at full tilt.

I have been working recently to help my kiddo make some positive life choices. In doing that I have had to deal with the ever cooperative and kind ^insert sarcastic eye roll here^ school board.
She has stepped back into the light, but the errors of her ways are in her face on a daily basis in her current school situation. By in her face, I mean negative peer influence and access to substances. She has been avoiding the above, but it has been emotionally rough. She has had difficulty staying focused on her school work. She has brushed toes with a couple teachers who think once a bad kid, always a bad kid. She is attempting to alienate herself from her circle of friends but is exposed to them every day. And need I remind us adults how cruel teenagers can be to other teenagers who are choosing a better way for themselves??
After much brain bending with one of her schools officials, it was agreed that a school change was in her best interest and in keeping with the continued positive forward movement of her scholastic goals. It took me a week to get a response to phone calls and e-mails to petition a school out of zone request. Once we finally got in touch with a human, we had to write a hardship letter. Delivered last Thursday. Today we finally heard the request was denied. It seems that because my daughter is not seeking treatment in a facility and is not on medication or under a doctors care...she isn’t in need enough. Therefore, throw her back to the wolves, translation-we don’t give a shit.
BUT “you may come into our office (during your working hours) and make a face to face appeal. Even though you spilled your heart in text, we want you to come talk to us so we can look you in the eye and tell you that we don’t give a shit. “Do you know, Mrs. Wedontcareaboutyourkidswellbeing, that your daughter has had numerous referrals this school year??” Oh you do? Well we just wanted to make sure you knew the whole story.”

Is it not possible that those referrals stem from a couple teachers who just have it out for her?? See any similarity in the signatures on said refferals?? Did YOU read the referral that began because she had a lollipop in her mouth BETWEEN classes?? Or maybe the one for being in the bathroom for 15 minutes?? And did anyone ask her WHY she was in the bathroom for 15 minutes? Did they notice her red swollen eyes from crying? Of course not. It was just assumed that she was up to no good.

Is it any wonder kids feel lost and worthless...surrounded by adults who can’t see the forest for the trees.

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