Last year was hell. My boy's first year of middle school became a nightmare for him. He hated going to school. His friends, for some unknown reason, turned on him and made life miserable. The previous year, he was a happy kid, doing well in school and had friends - then last year, the complete opposite. I can't tell you how many nights I cried. The school gave good lip service, but in the end did nothing. My precious, love-to-learn, love-to-read boy disappeared. He got D's for the first time in his life. There was usually one A, but the rest of his grades slipped. He hated math, which used to be one of his favorite subjects. He thinks about math and comes up with his own theories! For him to turn his back on math... well , that was a big thing.
So I began exploring alternatives. I visited all the charter schools in the area (knowing I couldn't afford the tremendous tuition at the private schools). There was also the Florida Virtual School, but for now it's not practical. I did find two charter schools that I thought would be great for him. One had a waiting list that went on forever, but the other had just started their middle school the previous year and had plenty of room there for my boy. Darling Man and I took a tour and talked to some parents who had kids there, liked what we heard, and put his name into the lottery for a place there. He got in.
And he loves it. He loves the uniform. He loves the teachers. He loves how small it is. That there's hardly any homework (but they do work hard in the classroom). And it shows.
Friday morning, he woke up happier than usual... because progress reports were coming out! He couldn't wait to see how he was doing. He bounced off the bus in the afternoon and as soon as he got in the car, he pulled out the progress report and waved it around smiling. One B (in Lanugage Arts, which was kind of weird) and the rest were As! Including an A+ in math! He's so pleased with himself and wants to bring that B up so he can have his first ever All-A's report card at the end of the semester.
I'm so proud of him! And I'm so glad we moved him to this school. It has done wonders for his self-esteem, building it back up from the battering it took last year.
Every now and then, I do something really, really right!