Sorry if I seemed a bit curt this morning, but let me just recap for you:
- When you called me two days ago to let me know of your wonderful programme that my son would be starting with you, I was thrilled. When we chatted extensively about his history and his various speech programmes, therapists, when he started to speak, I was delighted. You seemed really interested in getting him on track, your programme sounded great, and the eventual outcome positive.
- Since we were on the phone for a good 30minutes and had exhausted every question, every piece of history, I must admit I was surprised that you wanted to tee up an appt to 'discuss things further' .. there really was nothing else to talk about, but I figured you wanted to meet me face to face, and that's ok too. I was pleased with your 8.45am appointment, and said how that worked well with me and why.
I couldn't help but think how lucky we were to live in a country that seems to take such an active interest in my son's academic progress and who take steps to ensure he keeps up to a level suitable to his age group.
- So this morning when I rock up at 8.45am and stand outside your glass-walled office, I was surprised to hear and see you deep in conversation with another. You didn't seem to be wrapping up, and you did a really good job of pretending I was not there. The school bell rang, and then classes started filling in and it was now 9.15am. I had to leave soon, but I wanted you to know I kept *my* appointment time.
- When you came out and said 'oh, are you waiting to see me?' and I replied I was there for our 8.45am appointment, you didn't apologise, but unhurredly collected your session book and took your time fluffing about. Another kindly teacher's aide gave my 2yr old some paper and crayons so we could talk. I'm pretty sure you don't like little kids, but that's ok, i'm starting to get the feeling I don't like you much either.
- This is where it kinda falls apart, where as before it was just a bit ratty around the edges. It's true maybe we are diametrically opposed, with your slow ways and slow talking ( I swear it made me speak extra fast ), but you sat down and asked me the same questions we had been through on the phone.
The conversation goes like this:
She - So tell me about MC ?
Me - ?? What would you like to know ? ( huh ? )
She - Were you surprised to get a call from me the other day ?
Me - ?? Well, no, like I said, MC's been in Speech therapy programmes since he was 18mo old
She - So he's had professional assessment then?
me - um, yes, as I said on the phone, he's seen 4 different therapists
She - oh yes, but I didn't take notes then, could you recap for me now?
me - (tersely, quickly, rattles off everything )
YOU DIDN'T TAKE NOTES?? WTF DID YOU WASTE MY TIME FOR THEN, WITH YOUR LONG PHONECALL WITH APPROPRIATE PAUSES THAT CERTAINLY SOUNDED LIKE THE TYPE YOU MAKE WHEN YOU ARE TAKING NOTES !!
She - ok, so this is the programme ( blah-de-blah ) and i'll see Jack daily ..
me - "MC"
She - ah yes, MC .. so i'll see MC daily for 30minutes...
You went on to call him Jack again a second time after that too. That's ok, I bet you see a lot of kids and etc, but really, I think you're a bit off with the freaking fairies.
Finally, as icing on the cake of mutual love we were sharing, you shushed my 2yr old, who held up a drawing and said in a normal/not loud voice "Look Mummy, I draw you!" with a big beaming smile. I ignored your uncalled for shush and complimented him on his lovely drawing skills and turned to her and said "he's been waiting for a while and he's only 2" to which she replied she wouldn't want him disrupting the class ??!??
Um, lady? Get a fucking grip.
I hope you're better at Reading Recovery than you are at communications..
( My Boys, Feb 2011 )