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Work has been insane this week. Not a surprise when you consider it's the first week of class. Students are scrambling to get into this course or that course, no one can find their classroom, faculty are making some final touches on their syllabi or other handouts, and the phones ring off the hook. Familiar chaos but still chaos.

From the student perspective, I had my first class today and, ooohh, I think I'm gonna like it! I'm still trying to figure out how to do the first assignment, though. Don't want to appear to be a massive overachiever, which you know I am. Still there are appearances to think of. Hmm. What's a girl to do?

Allow my A.D.D. to show through..

On a non-University related note, I got a note from my 3rd grader's teacher today. She thinks we need to discuss the little man's schooling. While she admits he's improving, she's afraid it's just not enough. I wish I could disagree with her. It's much easier to take the frustration out on the school than to admit there could be a problem. She thinks there could be a learning disability behind his slow progress and wants us to consider a child study.

Damn. If it's not one thing lately, it's another.

We meet with her tomorrow. I won't be surprised if we agree to the study. I also won't be surprised if I contact his doctor and ask for some outside resources to get him tested. Two opinions are better than one, right? Right.

Maybe once we have an idea of what the problem is, we can fix it or, at the very least, make adjustments to help him. I really don't know how the school handles kids with "special needs" but I have a real issue with special ed programs. I hate the stigma associated with them. I remember how those kids were treated when I was in school and I can't imagine it's any better these days. Kids are mean.

Ug. I hate this.

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