Ugh. My daughter really needs speech therapy. She is not that far behind from her peers, only about 6 months or so, but it is the sort of thing that we wanted tackle before she starts kindergarten next year.
There was a long wait for private speech therapy in our area, but the public school a few miles away had a speech therapist on staff. So we toured the facility and though we weren’t necessarily thrilled by the school, it looked like it might work.
Yesterday was Emma’s first day and everything seemed to go okay. Today, though, my wife called me during lunch freaking out.
The bus ride from the school to the day care center on campus was going to take an hour, so we told the school that we would pick up Emma and take her to the day care center ourselves. My wife showed up 5 minutes late to the school due to construction near the school, only to find out they had put her on the bus anyway. Which in itself might not have been a disaster, but they put her on the wrong bus. Lisa had to call the bus garage and have them radio around to figure out exactly which bus they had her on.
Needless to say, my wife’s confidence in the school has now rapidly gone through the floor, and it is very likely Emma won’t be returning to the school.
At least it’s not as bad as what hapenned to my neighbor — they dropped his 2nd grader off in a part of town that I would not feel safe walking in even during the day time. (His kids attend a private school now).