I can't sleep. I have been up since the 2:30 alarm screamed at me to test Justin. My brain refuses to turn off long enough for me to fall back into my previous drool-ish slumber. Had I known what was in store, I would have skipped giving him the Juicy Juice and thrown in a little night time basal testing... I'm over due anyways.
Alright, back to "my brain" - its spinning! I received a call from the guidance counselor today about a "team meeting". She mentioned some emails and said we all needed to get some clarification. The ONLY emails that have been sent were about an assignment Justin was penalized for turning in late after a low blood sugar (you can read about it here).
It was over a month of emails trying to get that rectified. Unacceptable, I think. In the end she did give him full credit on the assignment, but not before searching... literally searching, for a loop hole that would allow her to mark him off for turning in an assignment one flippin ass day late. He was 48, DAMN IT!!!!
I don't get it. Why is it so hard to make people understand. Why does there ALWAYS have to be one person giving our kids a hard time. I'm not asking for the world and it surly doesn't take a rocket scientist to read a 504 and say to themselves... "self - this kid has accommodations for a reason" and they could also throw in a little "they have enough to deal with; without me being a pain and giving them a hard time".
That's wishing for a fairy-tail, right?