Today I met with some woman at the elementary school who was so unprofessional that she never bothered to mention what her job was or why exactly we were meeting together. We're having David evaluated for speech again. It's been two years since he's had a thorough evaluation, and, since we're facing the whole "to kindergarten or not to kindergarten" decision, and it's evident he still has articulation problems, I thought it about time we have another evaluation.
Despite the fact the school is legally required to do the evaluation, this lady sure didn't want to proceed. But I smiled and assured her that we would be going ahead with the evaluation. She resisted. I smiled some more and acknowledged her concerns. And informed her I wanted to move ahead. There was more resistance. And more smiling and understanding head nodding. More resistance. More smiling. Resistance. Smiling.
Then I got a stern lecture about how I needed to be BEAR when it comes to my children--to take out my claws and be assertive and demanding and wound up. Yes, she told me to be "wound up."
She explained all this as she passed me the paperwork to proceed with the evaluation.
Apparently, she didn't much care for my niceness.
But it got me what I wanted.
Then I stood up, put on my new lip gloss, and walked out to my car, where I drove away on my fancy new tires.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.