Who really knows what we would be doing with Emme this year had she not needed extra support. It's finally her scheduled time to enter her first year in preschool as she has a September birthday. I'm sure I would have enrolled her in preschool anyway this year just to have a few hours alone every week. I mean...definitely for the learning and social time....
Alas, she did need extra support and she's been in a therapy preschool for over a year now. Which is code for "kids with behavioral issues who need to learn how to be around other people."
We typically wouldn't have sent her that early, but it was needed for her. It's been a great resource for us, but she really should start phasing into the actual school district. We feel she's not quite ready to be with her peers, so we have been trying to get her evaluated for special education preschool. Mainly, she still needs a qualified teacher who understand behavioral issues. I wouldn't want Emme labeled as "the bad kid" because her teacher doesn't speak her language. Then hopefully by next year or by kindergarten she will be able to be with her peers. Cross your fingers.
I contacted our school district back in June. Finally heard from an evaluator the very beginning of July. They were suppose to call back in a few weeks with a date and nothing.... Haven't heard a thing. I've called and left messages Monday and Tuesday. Nothing.... The flustered receptionist said they are very swamped and the lady who schedules comes in at 5 to return messages. Ok... Let's just put it out there, that I think Utah school districts suck. They are overworked and underpaid. (Except, I'm not quite sure why that lady only comes in at 5.) Too many kids, not enough staff. It's a terrible mess of politics at the top and teachers and students suffer because of it. Hence why charter schools have become so popular.
Cue, Momma Bear. If you want your child to have the help they need you have to fight. We are now entering the war zone that is public school. Welcome to the jungle. They have unleashed the carnivore in me and I will eat them alive. They better believe I will be calling every. single. day. until I hear back.
Plus, I've already ripped up our ticket to Failureville, so that's not an even an option.