I don't say it very often because I try to stay strong, but some circumstances have come up that are next to impossible for me to handle right now. I have posted previously about many things that have happened that have upset ended up causing me to write the blogpost about shit that's happened. Not only has "shit happened" now, but I feel like God is leading me in a different direction and some of the things that have happened have been for a reason.
About a month ago, I found out that I didn't make it into my program at school. The circumstances that this occurred under were pretty ironic? It was almost as if it was meant to be. First off, I had a really high point score, second I had made Dean's list and third, I had a bunch of transfer credits. Given the fact that I had all this going for me, the transfer credits transferred, but didn't give me full credit which is a different story for a different day. I talked to my advisor and she is letting me give it another try to get in the program for next year.
Two weeks ago I started working in a life skills classroom in my local school district. The first week I was there, I was completely giddy about the experience. I loved every second of it. My mother suggested the idea of becoming a paraprofessional if things with Occupational Therapy didn't pan out. That following weekend, I headed over to my friend's apartment to help my mother clean it (my friend has been int he hospital). I noted how cozy it was and told my mom that I could totally live in an apartment like that and be a para. We calculated money stuff and thought this was a possibility if Occupational Therapy didn't pan out. I still continue to enjoy my para job.
Last fall, my advisor set my schedule up with classes I needed. In October, I was informed by my disability specialist that I could receive preferential scheduling for my classes before everyone else scheduled. This would allow me to be put in classes where my learning disability "needs" could be met in the best way possible. I chose a particular anatomy professor after having great success the first semester. Considering the fact that I didn't make it into my program, I decided to repeat my Anatomy 1 class with the same professor for a better grade.
This morning I received an email informing me that I was taken out of the Anatomy class of my choosing and was assigned a new professor given my schedule. I went and looked at the revised schedule to find out that I was put with a professor who absolutely can't meet my needs as they can't meet the typical student's needs. On average, every student in this class gets a C or lower and grades are never returned. Your given a grade at the end of the semester. Never mind the fact that this is also the hardest general ed class that I will take.
I really don't know what to do at this point. I have tried so hard to fight for what I want and accommodate my needs in the classroom. I was put with this teacher, out of all the possible teachers, after already being placed in a class that got cancelled. I enjoy my job where I am. The only thing that was really going to help me next semester was this class and a math class. Considering the professor, this class isn't going to help me, but will hinder me. I almost wonder if this is God's way of leading me in a different direction. I don't know what to do. I'm calling the school ASAP tomorrow morning and going from there.
Monday, July 7, 2014
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