Kelsey's Story
Looks like I had a moment there in the previous blog post below. I was having a bad day. It was when I discovered that one of my kids had had a terrible history growing up. Her early years went by without her parents who left her behind in Africa and left to Canada. Only when she did reunite with them, her father passed away shortly after. Thereafter, her mom remarried and uprooted her from Canada and took her back to southern Africa for a few years where the language of study in the school there was the local language of the region. Then she and her family moved back to Canada a few years after that. The many upheavals in her life has impacted her socially and academically. She had a psych report done in 06 I believe that indicates that to some degree, the experiences in her life is still affecting her.
And to add to all the disruption in her life, it was decided that she would transfer to another class specializing in kids like her. I wish somebody did their job and found out that she had a learning problem and put her in the correct class from day one. That way, we wouldn't have the issue of already developing connections and attachments. And while I'm playing the blame game, I wish her mother had the common sense and heart to raise a child right. Why would you have a child and then swing them around like a ball on a string? Why destroy the very foundation that will define who they are and who they grow up to be? I cannot understand it.
This girl is a beautiful soul. She is a hard-worker and quiet as a mouse. She has a keen way of identifying with characters or people that she reads about. In her biography assignment (which was on William Shakespeare), she pointed out that she didn't like Shakespeare for one thing - it's that he left his family without telling them where he had gone to. This tore me up. She identified with this experience and expressed her feelings about it.
I had a hard time swallowing all this in the beginning. But what makes this a little bearable is that I see her often and I'm still her science teacher at he very least, even if I'm no longer her core teacher. I'm also happy that she is in a class where the teacher is, I'm told, very great. She needs somebody great. Because she herself is great.
I miss my girl.
GW
And to add to all the disruption in her life, it was decided that she would transfer to another class specializing in kids like her. I wish somebody did their job and found out that she had a learning problem and put her in the correct class from day one. That way, we wouldn't have the issue of already developing connections and attachments. And while I'm playing the blame game, I wish her mother had the common sense and heart to raise a child right. Why would you have a child and then swing them around like a ball on a string? Why destroy the very foundation that will define who they are and who they grow up to be? I cannot understand it.
This girl is a beautiful soul. She is a hard-worker and quiet as a mouse. She has a keen way of identifying with characters or people that she reads about. In her biography assignment (which was on William Shakespeare), she pointed out that she didn't like Shakespeare for one thing - it's that he left his family without telling them where he had gone to. This tore me up. She identified with this experience and expressed her feelings about it.
I had a hard time swallowing all this in the beginning. But what makes this a little bearable is that I see her often and I'm still her science teacher at he very least, even if I'm no longer her core teacher. I'm also happy that she is in a class where the teacher is, I'm told, very great. She needs somebody great. Because she herself is great.
I miss my girl.
GW
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