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Apr. 1st, 2016 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckThe school district has decided that, for safety reasons, there should not be students in the schools on any election day. They can do that for the May election, but I’m not sure they can do it more generally. They’ll be using one of the days set aside to cover snow days and other such issues. In a year when we didn’t really use them, that’s not a big deal, but if we get a harsh winter, it stops being feasible.
The younger of the two kids I was expecting after school yesterday arrived pretty much when I expected him. He had no idea where his older sister was, so I had to call the school. The folks at the school said that the sister was helping her teachers do set up for Expo and that they’d told the younger brother that. Somehow, he’d just missed that fact. She arrived a while later.
I fed the kids potstickers (chicken and vegetable). I offered them chicken patties if they preferred, but they all wanted potstickers. They all headed for the school a bit before 6:00. None of them needed to be there until 6:15, but they were all antsy about getting over there.
Scott and I ended up putting off leaving until around 6:30. Some of that was him needing to eat, but a lot of it was that neither of us had much energy. At the school, I ended up listening to Cordelia’s group’s presentation and not visiting the other exhibits. Part of that was that I was feeling overheated. This wearing a nightgown under everything really makes me feel too warm. The rest of it is that I ended up talking to Cordelia’s friends’ mother.
She told me that her daughter wants to go to the same high school that Cordelia does. I didn’t get the impression that they’d considered Community, however. I mean, she said they hadn’t looked into any of the schools yet, so maybe they’d consider Community. But the odds of both girls getting in are pretty low. We’re zoned for Skyline, and Cordelia’s friend is zoned for Huron. I think that it actually might be easier for Cordelia to get to Huron than to Skyline. We’ll have to talk to the girls and to the other parents. I’m pretty sure that Cordelia would choose being with her friend over ease of travel. We’ll probably still apply to Community. We can always refuse the space if we get it (it’s a lottery, and the odds depend on how many kids apply) and Cordelia doesn’t want to go there.
The other mother offered to take both girls shopping for some clothing that Cordelia needs. I don’t really want to order it online, and Cordelia isn’t willing to go shopping with me and Scott or with her aunt or her grandmother. I think she’d be willing to go with her friend, though. We just have to wait a bit until she’s better able to get around.
We talked a little to the science/math teacher, too. She told us that neither she nor the other seventh grade teacher will be moving up with the kids. The principal wanted one of them to, but neither of them were comfortable with the expected curriculum. They’re both certified up through eighth grade, but the kids will be doing some coursework for high school credit that will cover stuff these teachers haven’t been trained to teach. Also, the science/math teacher said that her specialization, science wise, was life sciences. Eighth graders do physics and chemistry (including lab work) which she doesn’t know nearly as much about.
The teacher also told us that the University of Michigan is doing something unwise with their teacher certification program. They’re limiting their teaching students to one area of concentration which makes it a lot harder for their graduates to find jobs. If Cordelia still wants to be a teacher, come college time, we’ll have to see if they’re still doing that. Of course, I’m not convinced we’ll be able to afford the University of Michigan.
It was raining very hard when Expo finished. Cordelia insisted on walking home with Scott. Neither he nor I were enthusiastic about that, given the crutches, but she was adamant. Scott drove back to get me, but I’d already gotten a ride home with Cordelia’s friend’s family. I just didn’t manage to catch him on the phone until he’d pulled into the school parking lot.
I had to send him back out to return some library things. I had a DVD due last night that couldn’t be renewed (and that I hadn’t had a chance to watch), and that huge Johnny Cash CD set was going to be due today. I didn’t think there was any hurry to get to the library because things just had to be there by the time things opened this morning, but after Scott got back, he pointed out that the big CD set would absolutely not fit in the outside return slot.
I’m a little concerned. The hospital hasn’t called to confirm Cordelia’s MRI appointment for tonight, and they haven’t mailed us anything for it, either. I have no idea where in the building we’re supposed to go, so I guess I’ll have to call and ask. I’ve asked to set up a patient portal account for Cordelia there, but they haven’t gotten back to me about that, either.
The dermatology clinic called yesterday morning to remind me of the appointment I’d already canceled. I’m trying to decide whether or not I need to call them to make sure that that was an error. The call was automated and didn’t give any options except for calling them— Just did. The appointment was still in their system even though the patient portal no longer listed it.
I want to write, and I want to read, but I’m not feeling all that well. I’m not exactly tired. It’s more that my entire digestive system is complaining. I’m pretty sure that’s stress. I seem to be more likely to have physical symptoms from that during down time rather than while I have things that I have to do for Cordelia. I suspect that it has to do with how I kind of detach from everything when I have things that must be done in order to keep important things working. I pay a huge price for doing that, after the fact, but I haven’t figured out a way to be able to do all of that stuff otherwise. It would be stupid to take Ativan just to walk Cordelia to school, for example. And I don’t like thinking that making her a lunch and helping her brush her teeth and all of that is so very stressful. I’m sure that lack of sleep figures in, too, but that’s also hard to quantify in terms of impact.
The younger of the two kids I was expecting after school yesterday arrived pretty much when I expected him. He had no idea where his older sister was, so I had to call the school. The folks at the school said that the sister was helping her teachers do set up for Expo and that they’d told the younger brother that. Somehow, he’d just missed that fact. She arrived a while later.
I fed the kids potstickers (chicken and vegetable). I offered them chicken patties if they preferred, but they all wanted potstickers. They all headed for the school a bit before 6:00. None of them needed to be there until 6:15, but they were all antsy about getting over there.
Scott and I ended up putting off leaving until around 6:30. Some of that was him needing to eat, but a lot of it was that neither of us had much energy. At the school, I ended up listening to Cordelia’s group’s presentation and not visiting the other exhibits. Part of that was that I was feeling overheated. This wearing a nightgown under everything really makes me feel too warm. The rest of it is that I ended up talking to Cordelia’s friends’ mother.
She told me that her daughter wants to go to the same high school that Cordelia does. I didn’t get the impression that they’d considered Community, however. I mean, she said they hadn’t looked into any of the schools yet, so maybe they’d consider Community. But the odds of both girls getting in are pretty low. We’re zoned for Skyline, and Cordelia’s friend is zoned for Huron. I think that it actually might be easier for Cordelia to get to Huron than to Skyline. We’ll have to talk to the girls and to the other parents. I’m pretty sure that Cordelia would choose being with her friend over ease of travel. We’ll probably still apply to Community. We can always refuse the space if we get it (it’s a lottery, and the odds depend on how many kids apply) and Cordelia doesn’t want to go there.
The other mother offered to take both girls shopping for some clothing that Cordelia needs. I don’t really want to order it online, and Cordelia isn’t willing to go shopping with me and Scott or with her aunt or her grandmother. I think she’d be willing to go with her friend, though. We just have to wait a bit until she’s better able to get around.
We talked a little to the science/math teacher, too. She told us that neither she nor the other seventh grade teacher will be moving up with the kids. The principal wanted one of them to, but neither of them were comfortable with the expected curriculum. They’re both certified up through eighth grade, but the kids will be doing some coursework for high school credit that will cover stuff these teachers haven’t been trained to teach. Also, the science/math teacher said that her specialization, science wise, was life sciences. Eighth graders do physics and chemistry (including lab work) which she doesn’t know nearly as much about.
The teacher also told us that the University of Michigan is doing something unwise with their teacher certification program. They’re limiting their teaching students to one area of concentration which makes it a lot harder for their graduates to find jobs. If Cordelia still wants to be a teacher, come college time, we’ll have to see if they’re still doing that. Of course, I’m not convinced we’ll be able to afford the University of Michigan.
It was raining very hard when Expo finished. Cordelia insisted on walking home with Scott. Neither he nor I were enthusiastic about that, given the crutches, but she was adamant. Scott drove back to get me, but I’d already gotten a ride home with Cordelia’s friend’s family. I just didn’t manage to catch him on the phone until he’d pulled into the school parking lot.
I had to send him back out to return some library things. I had a DVD due last night that couldn’t be renewed (and that I hadn’t had a chance to watch), and that huge Johnny Cash CD set was going to be due today. I didn’t think there was any hurry to get to the library because things just had to be there by the time things opened this morning, but after Scott got back, he pointed out that the big CD set would absolutely not fit in the outside return slot.
I’m a little concerned. The hospital hasn’t called to confirm Cordelia’s MRI appointment for tonight, and they haven’t mailed us anything for it, either. I have no idea where in the building we’re supposed to go, so I guess I’ll have to call and ask. I’ve asked to set up a patient portal account for Cordelia there, but they haven’t gotten back to me about that, either.
The dermatology clinic called yesterday morning to remind me of the appointment I’d already canceled. I’m trying to decide whether or not I need to call them to make sure that that was an error. The call was automated and didn’t give any options except for calling them— Just did. The appointment was still in their system even though the patient portal no longer listed it.
I want to write, and I want to read, but I’m not feeling all that well. I’m not exactly tired. It’s more that my entire digestive system is complaining. I’m pretty sure that’s stress. I seem to be more likely to have physical symptoms from that during down time rather than while I have things that I have to do for Cordelia. I suspect that it has to do with how I kind of detach from everything when I have things that must be done in order to keep important things working. I pay a huge price for doing that, after the fact, but I haven’t figured out a way to be able to do all of that stuff otherwise. It would be stupid to take Ativan just to walk Cordelia to school, for example. And I don’t like thinking that making her a lunch and helping her brush her teeth and all of that is so very stressful. I’m sure that lack of sleep figures in, too, but that’s also hard to quantify in terms of impact.
