I swear, sometimes it feels like I work in the twilight zone.
I have a child who had/has a serious medical problem. Could be life-threatening. I'm not about to take any chances with that. Therefore, when she had a difficult time standing this morning and said she couldn't walk to the classroom, I became concerned. I called the front office (having programmed the new number into my phone since this incident) and explained my situation to the secretary. I specifically asked her to send an administrator, because I wasn't sure whether or not to call 9-1-1. In the meantime, I managed to get the mother's phone number from the child and called the mother, who said she would be there in a minute.
About five minutes later, the secretary - of all people - rolls a wheelchair into the gym for me to use for the child. I was relieved to see an administrator behind her. My other first hour students and I managed to get the child into the wheelchair. I looked around for the administrator. Gone! Didn't even come over to us and ask if everything was OK or see if we needed help. Some things I just don't understand!
As the day unfolded, crazy things continued to happen. I can't spill all here.
A prejudice and dislike for special education children and personnel seems to more and more obvious.
And life goes on.
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