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Thursday, September 27, 2007

The Accidental Humorist

EMAIL THAT I HAD TO WRITE TO MY SON'S TEACHER THIS MORNING:

Ms. H--

I have a request that I'm not even sure you're able to do. It's probably going to have to involve a morning talk with Malachi along with someone walking him through this at the end of the day. I'm talking about his locker and how to actually use it to keep his things. Let me explain...

Yesterday he came home stating that he "sort of ripped" his bookbag at school. When I asked how, he said it was under the lockers and stuck, so he "gently tugged," and when that didn't work, he asked another girl to help him and she pulled hard and the thing ripped. I didn't look at it until this morning, because frankly it sounded like something that could be addressed this weekend when we'd have time. It wasn't. The bookbag was ripped from the top of one corner, all the way down the seam to the bottom of the bag and around to the middle of the bottom other corner of the bag. No small tugging could have created that, unless it was by the Incredible Hulk.

Every day since the first week of school, I've asked him to ONLY BRING HOME WHAT HE NEEDS at the end of the day and leave the rest in his locker, and yet every day he continues to bring home every single one of his textbooks, workbooks, composition books, reading books, spiral notebooks, and binders. And I literally mean EVERYthing! His bookbag weighs as much as he does! I know it's not because he has that much homework, since he never touches them once he's home and has been claiming lately that he does most of his homework at school during bus call now.

Apparently, he's been using his bookbag as his locker this whole time. He needs an adult there to explain to him that NO ONE WILL STEAL HIS TEXTBOOKS IF HE LEAVES THEM IN HIS LOCKER (this is apparently one of his reasons) and how to decide what comes home with him and what needs to stay there (inability to make decisions regarding organization is his other reason). Not to mention the fact that he must stop cramming individual papers, worksheets, newsletters into his bag, which leaves them to get crumpled, frayed, and torn. At this point, I don't care if this lesson has to be done through public humiliation... it just needs to be done somehow to get through to him.

I'm at my wit's end with him, really. I have never had to email teachers so much for his brother and sister combined as I have for Malachi... and now a perfectly good, brand new bookbag has been sacrificed. I know you have so many other children to deal with on a daily basis, and I really don't wish to over-burden you with this. Perhaps it's time for the special needs councelor to step in with advice?

--S

P.S. I'm attaching pictures of "the victim" as it looks now, though I wish I'd taken pictures of it the way the young Macguyver brought it home: held together with a gigantic "patch" of packing tape and scotch tape. I pray he doesn't decide to become a surgeon or an engineer someday!


The EX-backpack:







AND THE TEACHER'S RESPONSE:

You know what...you always give me something to smile about. I know it's not a laughing matter, but I almost fell on the floor. You, nor Malachi has EVER been a burden. You two are so awesome. I will talk to him this morig. I promise to have it totally worked out by the end of next week (just so he can break this habit that's he began 7 weeks ago).

Have an awesome day!
Ms. H

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