How do I even begin, to depict a series of curious events that one would think only exists in Lemony Snicket’s soliloquy? Since last November, LK family underwent a witch-hunt in a modern day private elementary school. The saga started with an unsatisfactory parent teacher conference, then the principal office meeting, and when we challenged the school administration
as well as refusing to donate the recommended amount, we were directed to psychologists that potentially overlooked cultural or gender differences even, quick to infer diagnosis of ADHD, Bipolar Disorder, and Autism… when boys are just being boys. We were not alone fighting the upheaval while the mass exodus of boys in Little V’s class did not seem to awaken the school from its ostentatious campaign of a tunnel vision. If I navigated the situation like how I professionally handle a business, I probably would have nipped in the bud. Right then, my Achilles heel was being a mother.
Am I not normal? I want to be normal.
Can I impress him to change the decision?
Of course, I suspect his worst nightmare for not returning to said school after summer is not able to see the pretty little girl whom he has admired since 1st grade!
今年情人節想寫封情書給吾兒, 希望他幾經歷練, 有天能找到屬於自己的方向: