So last week was two days of "getting to know you." Getting familiar with the teacher. Today was the first actual day of school. Riley was wailing when I left.
At pick-up, the director tells me Ms. teacher, (you know the one Riley asked to hold hands with last week?) is resigning. ASAP.
So. I could go a lot of places with this.
Through a series of random events, (at another open house I went to, the next client that walked in after I left teaches an Asperger's program at a local public and the realtor I'd never seen before called me with her #) I was hooked up with a woman who gushed on and on about her program. She described a school environment within a public that sounds like a dream. They put the Asperger's kids all in one regular class, and the regular teacher and the special ed teacher work together, so the kids get tons of typical peer interaction, and also the support they need. She said the typicals are very protective of their Asperger's peers. (Do you hear the choir singing)?
The school's neighborhood is more affordable than the one we're currently in. And still cute. I drove all around it today.
It might be too late or too hectic this year to start something new, but maybe. Or maybe by next year we can move to that neighborhood and get her in that program. Who knows? But I'm not about to freak over the teacher quitting when this benevolent universe keeps opening doors for us.
And that, my friends is progress.
Open, open, open, open, open.