You have to laugh when the French get knocked out a tournament in the first round (yes I know we didn’t even make it but) and boy did I laugh even harder when it was cocky, arrogant bell Henry that deflects the ball in the net for the winning goal.
Anyways yesterday was CN annual review of her statement of needs. A day I have long dreaded for the last 8 years. You see most kids have parent teachers evening. Where you go along and find out how well little John is doing. However we have to endure the occasion of sitting with the professional and finding out that how well you thought your daughter was doing isn’t actually that well in the eye’s of the professionals. Normal there is a room fool of professionals, healthcare people, speech and language etc etc Think there was 10 people in last years. I used blog about this a lot on my other blog. However this year it was actually good. For the last few years CN has been mainstream school, the headmaster was a big twat and saw CN as special needs child rather than a student with special needs. The reviews were difficult because the school (even though the teachers tried hard) had no idea how to deal with CN. There was a certain amount of relief on Mr Twatheads face when we decided to move CN to a school for special needs. Anyway I used to come back from these reviews rather deflated (as the good DM will testify) so yesterday in preparation I took the day off. Seems I didn’t need to. Since the school has to do these reviews for everone, the system was much slicker and since CN is very happy in the school her progress has been awesome. Five us in the room this time teacher, councillor and parents. Still left me a little wobbly but that is more to do with having the meetings at all.
So that was my day. Back at work woo to hoo to the what a load of poo
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