On a completely different note, how's The Kid???For those of you who haven't been following my blog, the reason Shannon is asking because we were told recently by some so-called "experts" that The Kid is essentially a gifted retard. These same experts think that The Kid needs to be in special education and will need a whole raft of supportive services for the rest of her life.
The powers that be are claiming The Kid has the intellectual equivalent of a 40-watt light bulb.
In my not-so-humble opinion, a 40-watt light bulb doesn't speak two languages and wouldn't be able to wipe her own ass without help, let alone make huge improvements in school. Like I said, the words, "you will go to class," and "you will do your homework." can make a lot of difference in a child's life.
The truth is, I don't see The Kid as having any intellectual problems. She's behind in school for one reason, and one reason only: before she moved in, she didn't go to school. You can't expect a kid to miss school on a consistent basis and come away as smart as a astrophysicist.
I think The Kid is going to be just fine, but professionals are panicking and running around like a flock of chickens with their collective heads cut off. Although the initial news was quite disturbing, the truth is that nothing has changed. The Kid is the same kid that was living here before an "expert" proclaimed doom and gloom forever. If I am not seeing a serious problem, and The Kid's teachers are happy with her academic progress, then I guess I can feel pretty comfortable in telling the "experts" to go urinate up a fibrous strand. (That's go piss up a rope for the non-snooty folks.)
The Kid is fine. We are fine. Once we got over the initial shock of what the experts were telling us, we realized they were basically completing an exercise in bovine scatology (the study of bullshit) and getting everybody excited over a great big nothing. That's not to say that the kid isn't going to have troubles in school down the road, but I think the problems we are going to face aren't as big of a deal as the dudes with the BS (Bull Shit), MS (More Shit) and PhD (Piled High and Deeper) designations after their names claim.
It's all good.
Well, not entirely. I had a hamburger for dinner and I'm stuffed.