Oh, dear....
Big Son stayed home from school today, with a migraine. This is his internal warning signal. He doesn`t have a fever -- he`s not coming down with anything. It`s his first purely stress-related migraine since he left Nishimachi International School.
I had long talks today with his counselor, and with the principal. Ideas are flying like bats at sunset.
And in case anyone is wondering how I can tell Big Son is not just malingering --- he says his head hurts too much to watch TV, or play with his Gameboy.
Poor little fellah.
I also had an eye-opening conversation with Hub today. He said when he was in fifth grade, in Kyoto, he pointed out to his teacher, not a nun but an older woman, that one of her answers to a math problem was incorrect. Hub`s childhood nickname was, "IIko," which literally means, "good child," so I can only assume that he pointed it out to her with his proper, ponderously polite Japanese manners. But the teacher insisted that she was right, and got angry.
"What did she do?" I asked.
"She hit me," he said. "It used to be legal in public schools. That was the only time a teacher ever hit me. And I remember it to this day, just like Big Son is going to remember his monkey."
I think in our family, "breaking the monkey" is going to be the new expression for, "jumping the shark."
I had long talks today with his counselor, and with the principal. Ideas are flying like bats at sunset.
And in case anyone is wondering how I can tell Big Son is not just malingering --- he says his head hurts too much to watch TV, or play with his Gameboy.
Poor little fellah.
I also had an eye-opening conversation with Hub today. He said when he was in fifth grade, in Kyoto, he pointed out to his teacher, not a nun but an older woman, that one of her answers to a math problem was incorrect. Hub`s childhood nickname was, "IIko," which literally means, "good child," so I can only assume that he pointed it out to her with his proper, ponderously polite Japanese manners. But the teacher insisted that she was right, and got angry.
"What did she do?" I asked.
"She hit me," he said. "It used to be legal in public schools. That was the only time a teacher ever hit me. And I remember it to this day, just like Big Son is going to remember his monkey."
I think in our family, "breaking the monkey" is going to be the new expression for, "jumping the shark."
posted by L. at 10:21 PM
9 Comments:
Teddy used to get those, when they were in school, when she had a mountain of work to do... she was just about Big Son's age at the time...
keeping you all in my thoughts and prayers for a good outcome to all this nunsense...
First thanks for taking the time with me while you were going through all this nunsense.
I just don't know. Five more months?
Migraines? In a child? I hope you and Big Son can get through it without her inflicting any more damage.
A teacher hitting anyone is awful but I've often thought emotional damage is worse.
No advice; I'm not in that position and I'm sure you'll do the right thing. I'll be supporting you from afar (sort of).
Poor big son! That's just horrible. I'm so sorry. :( Too much homework. I hope that between you and the school, you can figure something out to reduce the stress level and help him to enjoy school more. Good luck.
I'm with Granny - best wishes for an acceptable outcome that does not include migraines. Plugging for your kids is one of the hardest things we moms have to do (because we have to rein in those Mama Bear growly repsonses). Best wishes to you and yours.
I'd be willing to bet that any chance the Catholic church had of counting Big Son among their number is now completely gone. I was lucky in that the priests that I came in contact with were truly honest, good people that I liked. My issue with the Catholic church is philosophical (don't believe any of it) and with the Church as an organization.
Given Big Son's questioning and add Huggy Nun's child abuse, and the Catholic church has lost him for good once he starts to wonder how can the church be good if its representatives -- Jesus' wives, iirc -- can be so evil.
Granny is bang on.
of course.
This is a tough time, I am sorry.
Um, I homeschool and um, if you want to know more about it, even if just till the end of the year, let me know.
Of course it may not come to that at all but wanted to offer what little I can.
Wishing for good things.
Send good vibes your way for Big Son. My heart just breaks for him. That which doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. But it just plain sucks!
I mean I'm sending good vibes..sorry
I am at a loss again. I do hope that you are able to find some sort of comprimise for Bigson and I do hope it comes soon.
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