Poor little Bear has been having a really rough time at school lately. Because of his anxiety, he doesn't like doing anything he isn't familiar with and good at, and that causes problems at school where he's always having to do new things. When he digs his heels in and refuses to work, he gets removed from the class. I'm sure they'd let him stay if he were quiet about it, but an anxious and oppositional Bear is a disruptive Bear, so out he goes. And so starts the cycle: Bear doesn't want to work so he gets pulled out of class; Bear doesn't understand the work because he's been out of class, so Bear refuses to go to class; Bear finally goes back to class but is now even more confused, so Bear refuses to work and gets pulled out of class. You see the problem, here? Me, too. The only problem is that Bear doesn't see it. Granted, he's only six, but he's his own worst enemy.
Towards the end of week two weeks ago the school wasn't able to get Bear to so much as step foot into his classroom. In addition to that being a problem for Bear, it is also a major problem for the school. As you can imagine, they don't have the manpower to have someone work with him one-on-one for days on end, but that's what they had to do. Unfortunately it means that someone else's child probably didn't get the attention they needed last week, and that's a problem for everyone. The school, bless them, is doing their best to convince the school board that Bear needs someone full-time, but that's a long-shot.
After a rough day on Monday of last week, Tuesday didn't start so well either. I finally got Bear dressed for school, but every time I mentioned leaving, he literally began to climb the furniture. Literally. I eventually got him to talk to me, and he finally confessed that he didn't want to go to school because he was "stupid" (his words, not mine) compared to the other kids in his class. As much as I tried to explain the cycle that he was on and how he just needed to catch up, he didn't get it. But again, he's only six.
Long story short(er), Bear stayed home last week to work with Mommy on the stuff he's behind on. I know from previous experience that the week before March Break is a difficult one for kids -- they're excited, they're silly, they're easily distracted -- so I knew it wasn't going to be a productive environment for Bear anyway. And given the fact that he hadn't actually gone to class in days but had just hung out with the learning resources teacher, I figured he couldn't possibly do any less work with me.
So last week Mommy home schooled, and I have to admit that it went pretty well. Bear was reasonably cooperative and did quite a bit of work. We dropped by the school towards the end of the week to pick up some work his teacher had left us, and their jaws dropped when I told them how much reading we had managed to do.
I have to say that the experience has left me wondering if homeschooling would be beneficial for him: no pressure, no peers to compare himself to, and the ability to learn at his own pace. Sounds amazing, doesn't it? Except for one teensy, weensy problem: Yours truly would have to do it, and that ain't happening. Ever. So much for that idea.