Follow up on yesterday

[valarltd]

I talked to the Vice Principal about the stair thing today. I explained that once could be an accident. But daily most certainly was not.

He took it very seriously. He talked to the gym teacher today, and Bunny and I will talk to him tomorrow morning. He’s young sounding, which means probably still a bit idealistic and dead serious about making the school a safe place. I said “It doesn’t have to be fun. I’ll just settle for physically safe.” I also mentioned my mother’s hospitalization for a fall down a 5’ flight of steps, a couple broken bones, and some bruised organs. I said I didn’t want to get a call some morning about 8:15 that Bun needed treatment and where would I like her ambulanced off to?

She took today off, being a bit achy. I let her stay home and watch Lifetime movies: Odd Girl Out, which is Heathers without the funny or the crudity. The baddest of the bad girls even LOOKED like Shannon Doherty.

And she practiced on the calligraphy. She’s good. She has a small one that says “Still the prettiest.” And a large one that said “Cousin. He’s my cousin. Cousin. Totally my cousin. In conclusion: Cousin.” I think she was working on the “Don’t meddle in the affairs of dragons” one when I left.

Dollface had an uneventful day.

I did my first work with eyelash yarn. Bunny’s pal Sam has a birthday on Friday. I’m making lavender poncho (2/3rds done) with funfur edging and hot pink flipflops with the same funfur to tie it all together. It’s going to be really cute and Sam will love it. She’s not much of a girly-girl, but loves pink and purple.

Obi brought home a SUPER progress report. As mostly, with a couple Bs. Jonner is all As except his C in spelling, which is up from a D. Very proud of my boys.



Had an utter geek moment. Saw the photo of the new Pope blessing the masses and all I wanted to do was photoshop in Force-lightening.

Am talking Floorplan or Dustpan…wait Panlor…for pain. Man, that’s the good stuff.

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[adesso.livejournal.com]

Had an utter geek moment. Saw the photo of the new Pope blessing the masses and all I wanted to do was photoshop in Force-lightening.

Dude, it's crazy, even people who aren't major Star Wars geeks have recognized the similarity. A guy in my fourth period said today, "The new Pope looks like the evil emperor from Star Wars." I giggled lots.

And yay for good progress reports! Also, glad to hear that the principal is taking the gym issue seriously. I hope that gets worked out soon. :)

[reannon.livejournal.com]

You know, public schools get a hugely bad rap, but I've been really impressed with how they handle that stuff. Kiddo was getting a hard time on the playground for a while, and the teacher took his break time to observe and intervene - and it worked. I told him I was worried that intervening would make the abuse worse in his absence - that was certainly my experience in school - but he said they have ways of redirecting and intervening now that keep the victim from being branded a tattletale or causing resentment... they go through all this training, in this post-Columbine world, to prevent the ugliness we all remember so well. I'm glad you've got a 21st-century group on the case.

[lordindra.livejournal.com]

Falling down stairs is bad... my mom was in the hospital for two and a half months, in outpatient therapy for about two months or so after that. The injuries to extremeties and to the brain can be rather severe. My mom is mostly recovered, but even now she's occasionally unsteady on her feet or slurs her speech a bit... most falls down the stairs are minor, but those that get bad, are very often catastrophic.

[ornery-chick.livejournal.com]

I'm glad that Bunny is being forthright with you about the troubles she is having at school, and that the school is being active in helping you and her solve the problem.

When I was her age, I had a very similar situation crop up, where I was being violently bullied by a number of other students because of their perceptions about my sexual orientation. I was mortified, however and very intimidated, and I didn't really tell my parents about what was happening. I was well into my Junior year when a friend's dad told my dad about a big fight I'd been in at school, and when Dad escalated things to the school administration, they were unresponsive to say the least. Because I fought back and was widely known to be outspoken, I was painted as the aggressor who brought the trouble upon myself, and no help would be forthcoming unless I sat back passively and filled the role of a pathetic victim.

I'm glad that at least part of the school system is working with you and not trying to give you the blues.