Jack has gotten a lot of kudos from his Intervention Specialist regarding his general attitude (which we've also seen an improvement in here at home). He has not had any real physical aggression (til this last Friday), and has even made an effort to restrain himself from acting out. He still argues about school work, and is missing several assignments (and never brings home everything he needs for homework, or studying for tests), but his teacher has been very motivating. So there have been some negatives, but nothing serious, and there have been a lot more in the way of good behaviors.
Then Friday hit. That morning, Jack was anxious because he couldn't find his 2DS, which he had just bought with birthday money. He likes to take his game system to school with him, so that he has something to do on the bus. He is allowed to have it as far as his teacher is concerned, but can only use it in class when he's earned an electronics pass. So far, so good. However Friday morning just showed us how much he is wrapped up in his electronics.
My helping him find it was pretty much out of the question because there was not enough time before the bus was to arrive. Jack didn't have his shoes on, and yet he was worried about the 2DS. I told him that finding shoes was more important, and of course he argued that it wasn't, and that school wasn't even important. (His typical ranting about school- nothing new). I said that he didn't need to be upset with me about it, and that I was only trying to help. He responded with "no you weren't", and gave me a dirty look. That's how he left to get to the bus. I decided right there that I was not going to charge his tablet for him that day, and I then proceeded to sit down and email both his teacher and his IS about what had just transpired.
I got an email back from the teacher maybe a couple of hours later, letting me know that Jack was having a great morning. They needed help connecting the printer to all of the classroom computers, so he helped them out. I felt good about that, as he obviously had a turn-around in attitude, so I went and plugged his tablet it. (HAHAHA)
Husband and I had planned to go out to lunch that day. As Jack's school is about 15 minutes in one direction, and Husband's work is more like 30 in the other, well, I always get worried about what would happen if the school should call and I had to go get him. It has happened before, hence the anxiety about it. This time we were at a Japanese steakhouse (cheesy one.. nothing like Benihana's used to be), and my meal hadn't been completed yet. I had checked my phone multiple times in case I couldn't hear it ring. Sure enough, one of those times I saw that I had a missed call. I ducked out into the lobby, and called the school.
All-school assemblies should be banned. At least I'm sure my son thought that on Friday afternoon. He was bored, and when a friend got up to leave, well he wanted to leave too. His IS asked him to hang tight just a bit longer, since he had a fidget and headphones (I'm not sure why he had those, and if they are using them now for therapy- which reminds me of another post I should write). He didn't care for her talking to him (embarrassing him) in front of his friends, so he got upset. They had him go out the back door of the gym, so that he could freak out in private, instead of embarrassing himself further. He chose that opportunity to run. He didn't leave school property, but he did run around (evade capture) for about 20 minutes. After finally calming down, it seems he wasn't done. (I had to write notes about this while crouched down on the floor of a steak house, writing on an endodontist referral card LOL, so my details may be off). Either before running or after running, as now I'm not sure, he wailed on his Intervention Specialist. He hit, blew in her face, and I guess did this to the other teachers trying to help. But he really let her have it. After he got himself together, he spent the rest of his afternoon in the conference room in the office.
So needless to say, his electronics were taken away from him for the weekend. I had yet another talk with him (as did his dad later on) about hitting, and about why it's not ok, and about why the school could call the police if he did that again. (He already knows they would call the police if he left school property). I had him write an apology note to his IS, where I had him mention what he did, and why it was wrong- not his typical "I'm sorry you made me mad and I hit you" nonsense. He got really upset with me. I think it was because of the extra writing, but in any case, he did not care for it and he told me that he hated me. Then he told me that I should stick my head in a trash can. As I'm sitting there listening to this (and trying not to laugh), he actually brought over the kitchen trash can, which I told him to immediately put back.
I love my son, but having kids really sucks sometimes. LOL
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