
I WIN.
Although I apologise for the hysterical tone of my last post. My world had fallen out from under me - something I was working really hard towards had been whipped away with one phone call. It was unfair and wrong. The entire situation should never happened at all.
But it did and with the help of some fabulous webfriends I refocussed and lined my ducks up in a row.
Today I called the Independent School Board. I called Cyclones Neurotherapist. I called Autism Victoria.
I emailed my Uncle Forry, who is the head of a boys boarding school.
and I called my mum.
I sketched out the timeline with the help of my diary and my blog, sans emotion. Just The Facts Jack. This helped me stay on track when I was talking to people.
No one promised anything and I knew they couldn't, I just hoped that the situation spoke for itself.
At 3pm I received a phone call from the principal of N School. She apologised. She said yesterday was an awful day for us both and that she wanted to work something out for Cyclone. The school has held a meeting and decided to open a third class due to demand.
I recognise their might have been an influx of candidates for this school, but it's no reason to push Cyclone aside. Or whatever it was that nearly happened there...
I chose to think the Principal was overwhelmed, and that she mucked things up. Nothing more sinister. The apology was very sincere and in a tone far far away from the one she used with me the other day.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to
Diminishing Lucy, Muffin Monster BB, Lady Astrid and The BFG for your support and justifiable outrage.
Madmother, Purple Cath and Jen - thank you for your practical advice - I took it all on board.
I envisaged myself in full battle gear dancing upon the smoking bones of my slain enemies but actually I'm just exhausted. Quietly pleased that the whole episode was over quickly and looking forward to Cyclone starting at school next term. 
I can take on these type of battles and in fact I consider us lucky that it's things we have a chance to beat. We are healthy, we are together, we have a roof over our heads.....and once we get cable TV again things will be as perfect as they are going to get in Unperfect Land.
Cheers,
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Triumph!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Oh SHIT NO - I really need help here people...
I have had some shitfully craptacular news today. Apologies for the length but I need to put this story out as far and wide as possible to get any help and advice needed.
My scarily awesome Cyclone is 6 and is on the Autism Spectrum, and most likely ADHD. He started at a brilliant school at the start of the year but it was clear it was too stressful for him. He is very anxious, finds it hard to concentrate and can get very cross when frustrated. Apart from that he is wonderful and a very bright little spark.
We were referred by his current school to a new school that specializes in Spectrum Kids and ones that aren't coping well. They attend this school for one year, then are transferred back to mainstream school with a whole new confidence. They have an amazing track record of literally changing kids lives.
There are NO other schools that cater to kids like this. It is independent. I had several calls/meeting with the principal of "N School" and she said they could certainly help us out and we organised for Cyclone to start Term 3.
3rd June, 1st meeting at school with principal after several long phone calls.
11th June, Cycone had trial run at N School. He ran out of the classroom after about 30 mins and waited by the car.
Told shortly after that he could not attend N School in Term 3 due to – running out of the classroom. She brought up the fact that the school is on a main road and there were safety issues if he was to run out of the school again. Principal apologized and told me “I know it’s not the news you were expecting” and that they could definitely take him for Term 4 – he just ‘wasn’t the right fit right now’ and after I asked her what I should do with him, she advised me to call Current School and ask if they could keep him in a ‘holding pattern’ as they had already been doing for Term 2. I did not think this was a good idea, she asked me to press Current School to so do, for just one more term. I asked her again if they would definitely take him for term 4, she said yes.
I called several autism services/advisors and asked for their advice.
Discussed situation with several family and friends.
Decided reluctantly to homeschool. Advised N school Principal, she was not happy with this and felt he would get too used to being at home and out of a school routine. I advised I would do my best to keep the routine, and after all it was only one term.
I have since spoken to Principal at least 3 times, to advise her of our progress at home and with professional services and to ask her if there was anything further I could to do help his transition to the N School.
The second to last phone call I rang to arrange for Principal to come and observe him at the local library where we do some of our lessons(her request). She said she didn’t have her diary there but would call me in two weeks to arrange a time. I let her know any time was ok with us.
I have not heard from Principal since, but called today – ready for her to again bring up his homeschooling, but instead was told – that she ‘had it in her head that I was going to call her’, that there had obviously been a miscommunication between us both…(sorry, no). I said nevermind I was calling to make an appointment to formally enroll him ready for next term. She pauses then tells me that there is no place available for him.
I completely contained myself and nearly popped several veins in the process – here is a brief outline of the conversation.
Me – are you kidding me, what do you mean there is no place available? You told me he couldn’t go in term 3 but you could accommodate him in Term 4.
Her – I didn’t say that.
Me – yes you did, we have had several conversations about him starting next term, I have been speaking to you since May. I have spent the last 8 weeks homeschooling my son and preparing him for this, you are well aware of the situation.
Her – well I had it in my head that you were to call me, there appears to be a communication breakdown between us. The place has gone to someone else. I’m sorry, this doesn’t seem fair does it?
Me – regardless of you thinking I was to call you – was there a point you were going to call me and advise you had changed your mind about my son, did you think I had all of a sudden forgotten he was to attend?
Her – I have several families needing places here.
Me – have they been waiting as long as I have? Where is the priority here? Are you aware the effect that this has had on my life – are these other children still able to attend school, my son isn’t and needs to get back into the education system. You are the one that kept telling me homeschooling wasn’t the answer. Why have things changed?
Look it goes on and on, but at the end of the day she has nothing and can’t answer any of my questions.
1) She has stuffed up royally and expects me to walk away.
2) All kids need to be assessed – he has had ONE trial day and the principal wasn’t even there and has not met him. How can she assess him?
3) This is a private school, so yes they can pick and choose who attends. This will be a problem but I don’t see why I can’t put some sort of pressure on them to accept him. Especially in the light of the fact I was TOLD he was accepted. If I was told at any time that he didn’t have a definite place I would have made a backup plan.
The backup plan would have involved another school with a huge transition program put in place and these things take time. I also would probably NOT have chosen to homeschool and look for alternatives much much earlier. It is now 2 weeks from the end of term so Cyclone is totally stuffed. You would not believe the stress and pressure I have gone through trying to make sure he is keeping up with his ABC’s, doing physical therapy and running him to 8000 appointments.
I can’t keep him out of school another term, I just can’t. I’m not a fricken professional teacher, OT or psychologist. I cannot offer what he needs alone.
Our neurotherapist just can't believe what is going on, and will call the Principal tomorrow to try and sort something.
What else can I do? Who can I contact? The school board? The Stupidhead Principle Police?
If you are a teacher, can you advise me? What other sort of pressure can I put to get him in? TRUST ME, I will do all I can.
Email luluandcyclone@gmail.com
Please, if you know anyone who works in Education, particularly private can you please ask if they know the correct channels to address this.
And, lastly if you think (or know from experience) that I am up the creek in a barbed wire canoe, please let me know...but just do it gently.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Don't mind me....

It's just the 1st anniversary - WOOOOOO of the existence this blog...or blawwg as I like to call it.
I have been rather quiet this week after noticing the date of an old post. I spent the last few days traveling over the last year of my life as a blog. I have to say I am really thrilled that I actually started it. I've never managed to keep any sort of journal before due to my gnat like attention span.
I was encouraged to start blogging by my good friend Mrs Neurotic - she wholly believed I should rant in the webworld rather than her ear and I secretly wanted to start my own Agony Aunt column as well as bitch about shit.
I started off talking mainly about my garden and love of all things that grow in the earth, about the renovations I was doing myself due to total lack of budget and employment, my ex partner Scorpio and his constant brushes with the law and the many antics of my son The Cyclone.
Since then, *sigh - I have lost my house and moved in with a friend (The Batchelor). I miss my garden terribly. I miss my Magnolia, my weeping Japanese Maples and my huge vegie patch with the 8 foot celery. I will restart my garden tips as spring gets closer - The Batchelor is frightened of dirt so I can't dig up his pristine, FERTILE lawn and jam in carrots or tomatoes anytime soon...but I'm sure I'll get over it come summer when I am enjoying many a vodka by the POOL. You win some, you lose some.....
I STILL haven't started Roller Derby, I'm very very very close to relaunching my Bach Flower business, and I'm hoping to get the Agony Aunt up and running soon.
It's been a fun year really, lots has happened and I'm just glad I wrote it all down - life moves fast. Thank you to my "old" blog buddies and those who drop a comment on my drivel. This is surely a place for my own stories.........but it's nice to know someone reads the things I sometimes put my little opinionated, potty mouthed heart into.
I leave you with my three four favourite posts of the last year -
Scorpio gets arrested for assault whilst vomiting
The Day the Dog Jumped Through The Window
Scorpio versus Aquaman
Parenting Separately
and a big CHEERS to all my new bloggy friends that have joined recently, and a special mention to NEURI. Thanks for finally coming out of the closet bwah ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!
Here's one for you, and you, and you and you and you
When life give you lemons baby - REACH FOR THE TEQUILA!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Sagrada Suspended For Headlines - read all about it.
Sunday Sagrada has been temporarily postponed until next Sunday due to the election stuff/stress/issues OMFG!!!
This is huge news in Australia, as I type there will be a Hung Parliament (?), Whoaaa Nelly.
I don't have much to say about it (shellshock) except to remind everyone to make sure you buy the newspapers today, read them and then stick them under your beds tomorrow. Keep them for your kids.
I KNOW the world is all online and kids can just type shit into Google for themselves, but there is nothing like having a tangible piece of history in your hands.
My Aunty Nancy kept the front pages of The Sun from the first landing on Mars, in a copy of Carl Sagans Cosmos. I treasure that hard copy, the smells the feel of the dry paper between my fingers. You can't get that off a keyboard.
Happy Sunday!
*sigh
