Or perhaps the title should be “Connor gets jipped.”
Connor’s school schedule has been a little off since the beginning. As a special education candidate he started preschool just after he turned three, when the school district is legally required to assume responsibility for his education and the majority of his therapy. One of the greatest blessings in our life has been the early intervention programs Connor has been a part of, first through the Regional Center of Orange County and now through Ocean View School District. We were lucky enough to live in an area where government programs for the disabled were still nearly fully funded while the rest of the state (and the country, for that matter) struggles to find funds for special education programs, such as early intervention. But because budgets are such a delicate balancing act, each program is eager to hand over participants to the next program. Thus Connor started preschool in April, instead of following the traditional school year and entering in the fall.
We had about two and a half months of school, during which Connor was sick probably half a dozen times and missed close to ten days in that time (this is the reality of entering school—your immune systems get tested more than your student!). By the end of that two and half month period Connor was adjusting to going to class everyday. He wasn’t even crying most day when I dropped him off. He’d managed to steel himself for the prospect of separation every day. In short, Connor had nearly adjusted to preschool.
And then school ended.
The school year officially ended last Wednesday, not to pick back up until September….
Thank God for summer school!
Poor Connor. If he only knew that he was being forced to attend school while the rest of the county’s students enjoy three blissful months of no class, no work, no teachers. He would be extremely upset if he knew. Connor loves all those days of no demands or responsibility!
Thankfully he is not yet cognizant of how the world works!
Because change is such a struggle for Connor, his special education plan ensures that he attends school throughout the summer. It is also imperative to the early intervention model that Connor receive continuous services until he reaches his communicative and behavioral goals. What that means is Connor will receive almost constant schooling and therapy until he reaches the level of average kids his age. Poor Connor gets no summer break.
To make up for the fact that Connor is being deprived of an entire of summer of doing nothing, I wanted to make his five-day summer break great.
So we went to the aquarium, we saw half of a movie in a theater (which I guess is good enough for Connor, because who needs to see the end of a movie really? It’s all about the set-up!), we went to the park, we swam, we rode bikes, we got a cold.
Ok, so that last one wasn’t on the to-do list. But we did get a bad cold/flu. Connor rebounded pretty fast, but I was bed-ridden for 2 of the 5 days. Not how I wanted to spend “summer break” but hey I don’t have to go back to school today (he he).
We did get to spend one awesome afternoon at the aquarium. The Long Beach Aquarium, The Aquarium of the Pacific, might be Connor’s most favorite place in the whole world (outside of my arms of course). The Aquarium has it’s own icon for Connor’s calendar, so he regularly goes to the calendar, grabs the card, and asks to see “fishies? fishies?”. So even though we only had a five-day summer break, we had one perfect afternoon.
Connor is fascinated by fish.
As usual, Connor is surrounded by women…and oblivious to them.