Sigh.
I ordered the yarn, and got started last fall, figuring I'd have lots of time. I knew that I also had some graduation knitting to get done (I decided years ago that each of my friends' kids would get something hand-knitted when they graduated from college: shawl-type objects for the women, and socks for the men; I have a few who have gone a different route, and so I need to figure out a nice milestone-type occasion to knit them something)(the flaw in this plan is that they tend to come in batches, which has meant some very busy knitting years for me).
Then things, which had been difficult, kind of fell apart. (I write all this with Kivrin's permission.) Briefly, Kiv has several learning disabilities* which don't have an impact on her ability to actually comprehend high-level course material, but which do have an impact on her ability to process verbal instructions and to organize herself. And her school has the most ass-backward way of managing disability accommodations that I have ever heard of. Basically, her teachers decide what they think she needs, on the basis of, apparently, watching her in the classroom. (Rather than, oh say, reading her diagnosis. Or talking to a professional.)(Some of the teachers who were deciding what accommodations were reasonable literally did not know that she had cognitive disorders, and the school counselor kept trying to tell us she has ADHD, suggesting that they did not read the diagnosis put together after an eight-hour battery of tests by a neuropsychiatrist.**) Because she is smart and articulate and (and I kid you not, this is what one of her teachers said in a meeting) dresses well and looks put-together, and because she was working towards her International Baccalaureate diploma, they decided that she was using her "disabilities" as an excuse to get extra stuff (they actually said this). And that she therefore didn't need the most crucial of the accommodations that she requested: assignments and due dates, ahead of time, in one place (read: a syllabus); and the ability to turn things in late when she missed getting the assignment because they wouldn't give her that first accommodation. Teachers also refused to proactively check in with her (as in: I'm collecting assignments now, do you have yours), or to help her remember to get a list of what she heard them assigning in class signed to confirm its accuracy. There's more, and I won't go into it all, but there was a very strong sense of, smart and learning disabilities don't go together, so she must just be trying to get away with something. (That was actually said out loud several times at one memorable meeting, where it was suggested that she stop doing the IB program, and stop doing theater tech, rather than providing reasonable accommodations for her disabilities.)(Pointing out to them that she was very successful in a college summer class when she was given - gasp - a syllabus with the schedule of assignments so that she could track them more easily was totally dismissed.)
The last two years of high school have been brutal, frustrating, and exhausting for both of us. For some time, I was reading textbooks out loud to her each night, and taking dictation on assignments (just to name one example). Long story short, there came a point in her senior year where it was unclear whether she'd graduate in June or have to finish up in summer school. And since she was waitlisted at the two colleges she really wanted to attend, we were all rethinking this coming year as a year for her to take classes that interest and excite her at our local college, regain some confidence in her ability to function in an academic setting, and participate in some of the fantastic theater programs in the area.
In the middle of all that, the college blanket took a backseat.
And then, Seattle University (her top choice school) accepted her. And she graduated. (I literally had so braced myself for things to go sideways at the last minute that I couldn't believe it, even once they handed her a diploma with her actual name on it.) And, in July, she received her International Baccalaureate diploma (which is totally no joke at all, dudes - that's a demanding program).
So guys, she's going to college. In September.
!!
I have been knitting madly since it hit me that this is all real. I did the math at one point, and calculated that it's taking me about five hours per square of knitting time; then there's the putting it all together. I figure if I have the squares done by the end of August, drop dead, I should have enough time in the first two weeks of September to put it together. Right? (right?)
Twenty-one squares down, half a square OTN, eight and a half left to go. I've got this.
*Dyslexia, auditory processing disorder, visual-spatial processing disorder.
** Guys, if we had this much trouble, with all of the resources we were able to access, up to and including an accurate diagnosis, can you even imagine what it's like to be fighting this system without time, money, and information? Your kid would be on ritalin, sitting in the back of the classroom, faster than you can say, get out of our hair. As we come out of the other side of this, I keep wondering where I can leverage what I know and have to benefit folks who just aren't as lucky as I have been. The system seems intractable, though. At some point, I may expand on this with a post about what I learned about disability accommodations in education, and what we learned from the lawyer we consulted. In any case, I'm mulling it over.
6 comments:
It's going to be a lovely blanket - and after all this, I'd say she earned every stitch of it!
Sending speedy knitting vibes!
Way to go, Kiv! Especially in spite of everything. (I'm fuming reading this. That's not ok.)
Your needles will be inspired by Kiv's persistence. I'm not so amazed that she graduated as I am that she did with the heart to go on - this quality will serve her well in the future. Many congratulations.
She does have good taste. Congrats to you both! Sounds like you had plenty of things to focus on, making sure that she got to graduation; timing on the blanket is probably a little less critical. =)
It is a beauty, though, and worth every minute!
I join you LOUDLY in your righteous indignation, and got choked up at Kivrin's glorious success and long may she wave. (And also at the depth of your support for her.) Congratulations to her, and I hope her college experience is world's better than what she's been through. Hard to imagine it wouldn't be.
I'm really excited for Kivrin. Please relay my congrats to her. And, your blanket is going to be super, super gorgeous. I adore KD's patterns.
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