On Friday, just as I was about to leave, I got a call from the office.
It was 'Julie's' dad, and he wanted to talk about how she was doing since he missed Parent-Teacher Conferences.
Did I mention it was a Friday afternoon?
Did I mention he hadn't called ahead to schedule this?
Did I mention I send home my contact information EVERY week?
I went and talked to him anyway. Julie is my best and brightest. And I don't just mean in comparison to her peers with hearing loss, I mean in comparison to her general education peers. Her language level is very high. She outperformed all of her general education class on the math assessment.
I appreciate so much that her parents are so involved and proactive in working with her. But I sense that there's a lot of pressure on her to succeed. Dad barely heard me when I told her she was ABOVE grade level in language arts. He wanted a laundry list of things to drill her on at home.
When I told dad that when Julie grows up, she is going to SHINE, his only response was:
The Raging Animal Inside Me
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