I meet with the elementary school principal. I bring her lunch so it feels more like friends having lunch and less like I am the most demanding and unsatisfied parent in the school.
I'm a half-hour late, which is an improvement from last time, when I missed our time slot completely. The principal is incredibly forgiving. She has a son with autism and understands, more than most people how I can be brilliant at some things and absolutely incapable of doing other, very basic aspects of life.
Sometimes she has an obvious agenda, like when she had to tell me she was sending me to the truancy officer. Sometimes I have the agenda, like this time, when I tell her I'm taking my kids out of school.
She says, “I know. I read your blog.”
I tell her I don’t exactly want to take both kids out. I want the first-grader to come to school three times a week because he loves being around the kids.
She says no. He’ll fall behind.
I point out he’s two grades ahead.
She argues that he’s not gifted, but I think it’s more about setting an example for the other parents.
Parents want to take their kids out for cattle shows in Colorado, and Disney World in November, after the corn harvest is done. The school would go to mayhem.
I show her my doctor’s note. I think it might work. Because no other parent in the district would think to do this. The note says my son is gifted and he needs to go to enrichment classes outside of school two days a week and his mental health depends on this stimulation. I thought it would be good to add the mental health part because it sounded more like a medical thing.
The principal reads the note. Twice. She looks at me and says, “Did the doctor laugh while she was writing this note?”