I’ve made a lot of calls. I’ve sent a lot of emails. I’ve talked to some lovely board members at both the state and local level. Many of them used our phone calls as opportunities to tell me about their own troubles when their kids were in school. I was given options that I have already exhausted, names to call that I’ve already called. One said they’d pray for me.
That’s great. It also doesn’t change a damn thing. My son is still in limbo – without a school. I live in a city where it is apparently acceptable to kick a 5 year old pre-K kid out of his school. It’s not only acceptable, it’s supported by policy.
I’m so angry. I’m also so worried. I’ve called 3 different places about having Felix tested for gifted, but none have called back. And they all have waiting lists. At this point, I will be lucky if he gets seen before the new school year starts.
I just have no words. I cannot understand how this is allowed to happen. I also may unleash hell in the only way left to me. I cannot promise that Felix won’t have sugar cubes with a side of Snickers for breakfast every morning. Why the hell not?
Go get ’em, son!