Diary of a Wom'n

On one of those rare good Monday mornings Aziz happened to come down for a visit.  I was given a heads up by Maddy on the previous Friday to ask for permission for Aziz to come in but something told me that it wouldn't fly with Maria.  Well needless to say, come Monday morning, Maria nor Ian would allow Aziz to stay for a visit.  It was a distraction and a liability issue.  I can understand.  This is after all a school, not a social hangout.  So unfortunately he left.

But come after school when all but a few have left, he came by again to my classroom and stayed awhile.  He told me about his miserly teachers and administrators.  He said that there aren't a lot of sports teams to join and that there aren't a lot of Arabs.  He really misses our school.  After all, he was here from the beginning. 

What upset me terribly was that he told me his teacher assigned him to locally developed grade 9 math course?!  What?  This kid has no mental disability?!  He's a normal kid who just needs to spend a little more time practising his skills.  That's all.  Applied is what is appropriate for him.  What kind of retarded teacher does he have?  I was mad as hell when he said this.  If only I asked for his home number so that I could speak to his parents about it.  What I will do is ask one of his friends to give me his contact and that way I could get in touch with his parents.  Because this is not fair.  Something needs to happen. 

Aside from that atrocity that happened, things are going good with him.  He said he doesn't like his neighbourhood much because it's too quiet.  Imagine that!  He gave me a present before he left, though the real present was seeing him again.

GW