I think they're on to something.
I'm not sure how I'd label this, enabling maybe, but there are other things that go on as well. One thing I'm running into is a first grade girl who is very active on her own but for some reason HATES gym class. Gym day is Monday.
Five weeks ago, on Monday, I get a call from the school nurse at about 10 am. Daughter says she has a headache, is acting listless and needs to go home. I ask if she has a fever or anything else. Nope. But she has to come home. So I go and pick her up. She's fine within 10 minutes of hitting our front door.
Four weeks ago, Monday. I get a call from the school nurse at about 10:15 am. Daughter is acting "listless" and has a "fever" of 98.8. She has to come home. I ask what else is wrong. Nothing, but she has to come home. She's caught a little cold so I don't argue too much, if she's starting in with a fever a day at home won't hurt her. I walk in to pick her up and she's sitting there in her hat and coat, all zipped and bundled up and sweating. I asked the nurse if she'd unwrapped the kid before taking her temp. Nope. But she still has to go home because of her "fever". Daughter is fine within 10 minutes of hitting the front door.
Three weeks ago, Monday. Daughter hands me a note (obviously written by her) that gym class has been moved to Fridays and she wants to wear shoes that aren't sneakers. Nope. A little later that morning, right around 10 am, I get a call from the school nurse. Daughter has a runny nose and needs to come home. No fever, no other issues, but she says she has a headache and is acting "listless". I walk in to the nurse's office and daughter is climbing all over the nurse's desk. I refuse to take her home and explain to the nurse about the hated gym class, I'm told she has to go. Argument starts, I lose. She wasn't even in the front door before she was fine.
Two weeks ago, Monday. Daughter stayed home because she was actually sick.
Last week, about 10:15 am I get a call that Daughter is in the nurse's office with a headache and is again acting "listless". This time I show up with advil and refuse to take her home. Huge argument ensues, I win, little girl has to go to gym class, score one for Mom.
Yesterday, 10:10 am, I get a call from Grandpa that the school nurse called HIM to come pick up Daughter (my phone didn't ring) because she has pink eye. He's practically hyperventilating. I told him that's bullshit, she doesn't get pink eye in less than 2 hours. I went to the school, walked into the nurse's office and there sits Daughter rubbing one very red, watery eye. I bent down, took one look, took the eyelash out of it, showed it to the nurse and told her to send Daughter back to class when it stops watering. Nope, no such luck. She has to go home because she still insists it wasn't the eyelash, it has to be pink eye.
Guess who was fine before we ever hit the front door, and guess who called the District Office raising holy hell? I am such a troublemaker.
Why do so many parents and some school officials think the kids know best? They're kids. That's what they have adults around for, because they don't know squat. Too many of the adults - parents, school nurses, whoever seem to forget that.
That's my rant for the day.
Nah, in the classroom she's teacher's pet and gets special "art projects" and things to keep her from being bored. Which is understandable but not entirely helpful.
She simply doesn't like what they're doing, wants to do something else, and will do just about anything to get her own way. I wish they would let me frogmarch her right back to school, but unfortunately little princess has a way of charming adults and a manipulative streak a mile wide and has since she was basically just a baby. With her spirit and determination one day she'll probably rule the world, but she needs to learn to follow the rules while she's doing it. And that's my job.
Nope, not gonna blame this one on the teachers or anybody else. It's Daughter's problem for pulling her schtick and school nurse's for underestimating a gifted and determined 7-year-old and letting herself get hoodwinked.
I think they're on to something.
I'm not sure how I'd label this, enabling maybe, but there are other things that go on as well. One thing I'm running into is a first grade girl who is very active on her own but for some reason HATES gym class. Gym day is Monday.
Five weeks ago, on Monday, I get a call from the school nurse at about 10 am. Daughter says she has a headache, is acting listless and needs to go home. I ask if she has a fever or anything else. Nope. But she has to come home. So I go and pick her up. She's fine within 10 minutes of hitting our front door.
Four weeks ago, Monday. I get a call from the school nurse at about 10:15 am. Daughter is acting "listless" and has a "fever" of 98.8. She has to come home. I ask what else is wrong. Nothing, but she has to come home. She's caught a little cold so I don't argue too much, if she's starting in with a fever a day at home won't hurt her. I walk in to pick her up and she's sitting there in her hat and coat, all zipped and bundled up and sweating. I asked the nurse if she'd unwrapped the kid before taking her temp. Nope. But she still has to go home because of her "fever". Daughter is fine within 10 minutes of hitting the front door.
Three weeks ago, Monday. Daughter hands me a note (obviously written by her) that gym class has been moved to Fridays and she wants to wear shoes that aren't sneakers. Nope. A little later that morning, right around 10 am, I get a call from the school nurse. Daughter has a runny nose and needs to come home. No fever, no other issues, but she says she has a headache and is acting "listless". I walk in to the nurse's office and daughter is climbing all over the nurse's desk. I refuse to take her home and explain to the nurse about the hated gym class, I'm told she has to go. Argument starts, I lose. She wasn't even in the front door before she was fine.
Two weeks ago, Monday. Daughter stayed home because she was actually sick.
Last week, about 10:15 am I get a call that Daughter is in the nurse's office with a headache and is again acting "listless". This time I show up with advil and refuse to take her home. Huge argument ensues, I win, little girl has to go to gym class, score one for Mom.
Yesterday, 10:10 am, I get a call from Grandpa that the school nurse called HIM to come pick up Daughter (my phone didn't ring) because she has pink eye. He's practically hyperventilating. I told him that's bullshit, she doesn't get pink eye in less than 2 hours. I went to the school, walked into the nurse's office and there sits Daughter rubbing one very red, watery eye. I bent down, took one look, took the eyelash out of it, showed it to the nurse and told her to send Daughter back to class when it stops watering. Nope, no such luck. She has to go home because she still insists it wasn't the eyelash, it has to be pink eye.
Guess who was fine before we ever hit the front door, and guess who called the District Office raising holy hell? I am such a troublemaker.
Why do so many parents and some school officials think the kids know best? They're kids. That's what they have adults around for, because they don't know squat. Too many of the adults - parents, school nurses, whoever seem to forget that.
That's my rant for the day.
Have you asked your daughter what she has against gym class? Maybe something else is going on.I think they're on to something.
I'm not sure how I'd label this, enabling maybe, but there are other things that go on as well. One thing I'm running into is a first grade girl who is very active on her own but for some reason HATES gym class. Gym day is Monday.
Five weeks ago, on Monday, I get a call from the school nurse at about 10 am. Daughter says she has a headache, is acting listless and needs to go home. I ask if she has a fever or anything else. Nope. But she has to come home. So I go and pick her up. She's fine within 10 minutes of hitting our front door.
Four weeks ago, Monday. I get a call from the school nurse at about 10:15 am. Daughter is acting "listless" and has a "fever" of 98.8. She has to come home. I ask what else is wrong. Nothing, but she has to come home. She's caught a little cold so I don't argue too much, if she's starting in with a fever a day at home won't hurt her. I walk in to pick her up and she's sitting there in her hat and coat, all zipped and bundled up and sweating. I asked the nurse if she'd unwrapped the kid before taking her temp. Nope. But she still has to go home because of her "fever". Daughter is fine within 10 minutes of hitting the front door.
Three weeks ago, Monday. Daughter hands me a note (obviously written by her) that gym class has been moved to Fridays and she wants to wear shoes that aren't sneakers. Nope. A little later that morning, right around 10 am, I get a call from the school nurse. Daughter has a runny nose and needs to come home. No fever, no other issues, but she says she has a headache and is acting "listless". I walk in to the nurse's office and daughter is climbing all over the nurse's desk. I refuse to take her home and explain to the nurse about the hated gym class, I'm told she has to go. Argument starts, I lose. She wasn't even in the front door before she was fine.
Two weeks ago, Monday. Daughter stayed home because she was actually sick.
Last week, about 10:15 am I get a call that Daughter is in the nurse's office with a headache and is again acting "listless". This time I show up with advil and refuse to take her home. Huge argument ensues, I win, little girl has to go to gym class, score one for Mom.
Yesterday, 10:10 am, I get a call from Grandpa that the school nurse called HIM to come pick up Daughter (my phone didn't ring) because she has pink eye. He's practically hyperventilating. I told him that's bullshit, she doesn't get pink eye in less than 2 hours. I went to the school, walked into the nurse's office and there sits Daughter rubbing one very red, watery eye. I bent down, took one look, took the eyelash out of it, showed it to the nurse and told her to send Daughter back to class when it stops watering. Nope, no such luck. She has to go home because she still insists it wasn't the eyelash, it has to be pink eye.
Guess who was fine before we ever hit the front door, and guess who called the District Office raising holy hell? I am such a troublemaker.
Why do so many parents and some school officials think the kids know best? They're kids. That's what they have adults around for, because they don't know squat. Too many of the adults - parents, school nurses, whoever seem to forget that.
That's my rant for the day.
Have you asked your daughter what she has against gym class? Maybe something else is going on.I think they're on to something.
I'm not sure how I'd label this, enabling maybe, but there are other things that go on as well. One thing I'm running into is a first grade girl who is very active on her own but for some reason HATES gym class. Gym day is Monday.
Five weeks ago, on Monday, I get a call from the school nurse at about 10 am. Daughter says she has a headache, is acting listless and needs to go home. I ask if she has a fever or anything else. Nope. But she has to come home. So I go and pick her up. She's fine within 10 minutes of hitting our front door.
Four weeks ago, Monday. I get a call from the school nurse at about 10:15 am. Daughter is acting "listless" and has a "fever" of 98.8. She has to come home. I ask what else is wrong. Nothing, but she has to come home. She's caught a little cold so I don't argue too much, if she's starting in with a fever a day at home won't hurt her. I walk in to pick her up and she's sitting there in her hat and coat, all zipped and bundled up and sweating. I asked the nurse if she'd unwrapped the kid before taking her temp. Nope. But she still has to go home because of her "fever". Daughter is fine within 10 minutes of hitting the front door.
Three weeks ago, Monday. Daughter hands me a note (obviously written by her) that gym class has been moved to Fridays and she wants to wear shoes that aren't sneakers. Nope. A little later that morning, right around 10 am, I get a call from the school nurse. Daughter has a runny nose and needs to come home. No fever, no other issues, but she says she has a headache and is acting "listless". I walk in to the nurse's office and daughter is climbing all over the nurse's desk. I refuse to take her home and explain to the nurse about the hated gym class, I'm told she has to go. Argument starts, I lose. She wasn't even in the front door before she was fine.
Two weeks ago, Monday. Daughter stayed home because she was actually sick.
Last week, about 10:15 am I get a call that Daughter is in the nurse's office with a headache and is again acting "listless". This time I show up with advil and refuse to take her home. Huge argument ensues, I win, little girl has to go to gym class, score one for Mom.
Yesterday, 10:10 am, I get a call from Grandpa that the school nurse called HIM to come pick up Daughter (my phone didn't ring) because she has pink eye. He's practically hyperventilating. I told him that's bullshit, she doesn't get pink eye in less than 2 hours. I went to the school, walked into the nurse's office and there sits Daughter rubbing one very red, watery eye. I bent down, took one look, took the eyelash out of it, showed it to the nurse and told her to send Daughter back to class when it stops watering. Nope, no such luck. She has to go home because she still insists it wasn't the eyelash, it has to be pink eye.
Guess who was fine before we ever hit the front door, and guess who called the District Office raising holy hell? I am such a troublemaker.
Why do so many parents and some school officials think the kids know best? They're kids. That's what they have adults around for, because they don't know squat. Too many of the adults - parents, school nurses, whoever seem to forget that.
That's my rant for the day.
Sure have. She doesn't like to be told what to do in an organized class, she'd rather they get out the equipment and she can choose what she does. That gets a big "too bad" from Mom.
I think they're on to something.
I'm not sure how I'd label this, enabling maybe, but there are other things that go on as well. One thing I'm running into is a first grade girl who is very active on her own but for some reason HATES gym class. Gym day is Monday.
Five weeks ago, on Monday, I get a call from the school nurse at about 10 am. Daughter says she has a headache, is acting listless and needs to go home. I ask if she has a fever or anything else. Nope. But she has to come home. So I go and pick her up. She's fine within 10 minutes of hitting our front door.
Four weeks ago, Monday. I get a call from the school nurse at about 10:15 am. Daughter is acting "listless" and has a "fever" of 98.8. She has to come home. I ask what else is wrong. Nothing, but she has to come home. She's caught a little cold so I don't argue too much, if she's starting in with a fever a day at home won't hurt her. I walk in to pick her up and she's sitting there in her hat and coat, all zipped and bundled up and sweating. I asked the nurse if she'd unwrapped the kid before taking her temp. Nope. But she still has to go home because of her "fever". Daughter is fine within 10 minutes of hitting the front door.
Three weeks ago, Monday. Daughter hands me a note (obviously written by her) that gym class has been moved to Fridays and she wants to wear shoes that aren't sneakers. Nope. A little later that morning, right around 10 am, I get a call from the school nurse. Daughter has a runny nose and needs to come home. No fever, no other issues, but she says she has a headache and is acting "listless". I walk in to the nurse's office and daughter is climbing all over the nurse's desk. I refuse to take her home and explain to the nurse about the hated gym class, I'm told she has to go. Argument starts, I lose. She wasn't even in the front door before she was fine.
Two weeks ago, Monday. Daughter stayed home because she was actually sick.
Last week, about 10:15 am I get a call that Daughter is in the nurse's office with a headache and is again acting "listless". This time I show up with advil and refuse to take her home. Huge argument ensues, I win, little girl has to go to gym class, score one for Mom.
Yesterday, 10:10 am, I get a call from Grandpa that the school nurse called HIM to come pick up Daughter (my phone didn't ring) because she has pink eye. He's practically hyperventilating. I told him that's bullshit, she doesn't get pink eye in less than 2 hours. I went to the school, walked into the nurse's office and there sits Daughter rubbing one very red, watery eye. I bent down, took one look, took the eyelash out of it, showed it to the nurse and told her to send Daughter back to class when it stops watering. Nope, no such luck. She has to go home because she still insists it wasn't the eyelash, it has to be pink eye.
Guess who was fine before we ever hit the front door, and guess who called the District Office raising holy hell? I am such a troublemaker.
Why do so many parents and some school officials think the kids know best? They're kids. That's what they have adults around for, because they don't know squat. Too many of the adults - parents, school nurses, whoever seem to forget that.
That's my rant for the day.
You know, it seems like that's an awful lot of effort from such a young child just to avoid being told what to do. It seems especially odd in that every other aspect of a first grader's day is organized with someone telling them what to do and you little one is fine with that. The shoe thing is really pretty sophisticated for a 6 or 7 year old. I wonder what you'd find if you just showed up in the gym on a Monday morning. My guess is you've either got another child harassing yours or a gym teacher that doesn't mind humiliating a child that's not performing up to their standards. Just a thought.
Nah, in the classroom she's teacher's pet and gets special "art projects" and things to keep her from being bored. Which is understandable but not entirely helpful.
She simply doesn't like what they're doing, wants to do something else, and will do just about anything to get her own way. I wish they would let me frogmarch her right back to school, but unfortunately little princess has a way of charming adults and a manipulative streak a mile wide and has since she was basically just a baby. With her spirit and determination one day she'll probably rule the world, but she needs to learn to follow the rules while she's doing it. And that's my job.
Nope, not gonna blame this one on the teachers or anybody else. It's Daughter's problem for pulling her schtick and school nurse's for underestimating a gifted and determined 7-year-old and letting herself get hoodwinked.
I think they're on to something.
I'm not sure how I'd label this, enabling maybe, but there are other things that go on as well. One thing I'm running into is a first grade girl who is very active on her own but for some reason HATES gym class. Gym day is Monday.
Five weeks ago, on Monday, I get a call from the school nurse at about 10 am. Daughter says she has a headache, is acting listless and needs to go home. I ask if she has a fever or anything else. Nope. But she has to come home. So I go and pick her up. She's fine within 10 minutes of hitting our front door.
Four weeks ago, Monday. I get a call from the school nurse at about 10:15 am. Daughter is acting "listless" and has a "fever" of 98.8. She has to come home. I ask what else is wrong. Nothing, but she has to come home. She's caught a little cold so I don't argue too much, if she's starting in with a fever a day at home won't hurt her. I walk in to pick her up and she's sitting there in her hat and coat, all zipped and bundled up and sweating. I asked the nurse if she'd unwrapped the kid before taking her temp. Nope. But she still has to go home because of her "fever". Daughter is fine within 10 minutes of hitting the front door.
Three weeks ago, Monday. Daughter hands me a note (obviously written by her) that gym class has been moved to Fridays and she wants to wear shoes that aren't sneakers. Nope. A little later that morning, right around 10 am, I get a call from the school nurse. Daughter has a runny nose and needs to come home. No fever, no other issues, but she says she has a headache and is acting "listless". I walk in to the nurse's office and daughter is climbing all over the nurse's desk. I refuse to take her home and explain to the nurse about the hated gym class, I'm told she has to go. Argument starts, I lose. She wasn't even in the front door before she was fine.
Two weeks ago, Monday. Daughter stayed home because she was actually sick.
Last week, about 10:15 am I get a call that Daughter is in the nurse's office with a headache and is again acting "listless". This time I show up with advil and refuse to take her home. Huge argument ensues, I win, little girl has to go to gym class, score one for Mom.
Yesterday, 10:10 am, I get a call from Grandpa that the school nurse called HIM to come pick up Daughter (my phone didn't ring) because she has pink eye. He's practically hyperventilating. I told him that's bullshit, she doesn't get pink eye in less than 2 hours. I went to the school, walked into the nurse's office and there sits Daughter rubbing one very red, watery eye. I bent down, took one look, took the eyelash out of it, showed it to the nurse and told her to send Daughter back to class when it stops watering. Nope, no such luck. She has to go home because she still insists it wasn't the eyelash, it has to be pink eye.
Guess who was fine before we ever hit the front door, and guess who called the District Office raising holy hell? I am such a troublemaker.
Why do so many parents and some school officials think the kids know best? They're kids. That's what they have adults around for, because they don't know squat. Too many of the adults - parents, school nurses, whoever seem to forget that.
That's my rant for the day.
Something is wrong there. I would find out why my daughter doesn't want to go to gym. It could be she's being picked on. I know my son "severely autistic" would throw up on Thursdays, just after lunch. Every Thursday and they would call me to take him home. I finally asked what was happening on Thursdays that he didn't like. They said there was swimming but he liked that. I said there is something else going on then. Whatever it was, the school didn't tell me, but it stopped and he stopped throwing up on Thursdays.
Maybe I run in better circles but all of my kids' friends have been unfailingly polite and respectful to me.
Don't tell Libortroll that, he thinks all Liberal's Parents raise heathens!
Nah, in the classroom she's teacher's pet and gets special "art projects" and things to keep her from being bored. Which is understandable but not entirely helpful.
She simply doesn't like what they're doing, wants to do something else, and will do just about anything to get her own way. I wish they would let me frogmarch her right back to school, but unfortunately little princess has a way of charming adults and a manipulative streak a mile wide and has since she was basically just a baby. With her spirit and determination one day she'll probably rule the world, but she needs to learn to follow the rules while she's doing it. And that's my job.
Nope, not gonna blame this one on the teachers or anybody else. It's Daughter's problem for pulling her schtick and school nurse's for underestimating a gifted and determined 7-year-old and letting herself get hoodwinked.
This situation is really sad because it's clear you don't know what to do (I wouldn't either, not that that's any consolation). You say she is gifted and smart, and has figured out how to manipulate grownups. Maybe you could find some movie to use as an example of a similar child and what ultimately happens if the child manages to alienate her friends, teachers, family because of her attitude. I can't think of any newer movies, but "The Bad Seed" comes to mind. And I'm not implying your daughter has a murderous streak, but the child in that movie was determined to have her way, regardless of the outcome. Something like that.
I think they're on to something.
I'm not sure how I'd label this, enabling maybe, but there are other things that go on as well. One thing I'm running into is a first grade girl who is very active on her own but for some reason HATES gym class. Gym day is Monday.
Five weeks ago, on Monday, I get a call from the school nurse at about 10 am. Daughter says she has a headache, is acting listless and needs to go home. I ask if she has a fever or anything else. Nope. But she has to come home. So I go and pick her up. She's fine within 10 minutes of hitting our front door.
Four weeks ago, Monday. I get a call from the school nurse at about 10:15 am. Daughter is acting "listless" and has a "fever" of 98.8. She has to come home. I ask what else is wrong. Nothing, but she has to come home. She's caught a little cold so I don't argue too much, if she's starting in with a fever a day at home won't hurt her. I walk in to pick her up and she's sitting there in her hat and coat, all zipped and bundled up and sweating. I asked the nurse if she'd unwrapped the kid before taking her temp. Nope. But she still has to go home because of her "fever". Daughter is fine within 10 minutes of hitting the front door.
Three weeks ago, Monday. Daughter hands me a note (obviously written by her) that gym class has been moved to Fridays and she wants to wear shoes that aren't sneakers. Nope. A little later that morning, right around 10 am, I get a call from the school nurse. Daughter has a runny nose and needs to come home. No fever, no other issues, but she says she has a headache and is acting "listless". I walk in to the nurse's office and daughter is climbing all over the nurse's desk. I refuse to take her home and explain to the nurse about the hated gym class, I'm told she has to go. Argument starts, I lose. She wasn't even in the front door before she was fine.
Two weeks ago, Monday. Daughter stayed home because she was actually sick.
Last week, about 10:15 am I get a call that Daughter is in the nurse's office with a headache and is again acting "listless". This time I show up with advil and refuse to take her home. Huge argument ensues, I win, little girl has to go to gym class, score one for Mom.
Yesterday, 10:10 am, I get a call from Grandpa that the school nurse called HIM to come pick up Daughter (my phone didn't ring) because she has pink eye. He's practically hyperventilating. I told him that's bullshit, she doesn't get pink eye in less than 2 hours. I went to the school, walked into the nurse's office and there sits Daughter rubbing one very red, watery eye. I bent down, took one look, took the eyelash out of it, showed it to the nurse and told her to send Daughter back to class when it stops watering. Nope, no such luck. She has to go home because she still insists it wasn't the eyelash, it has to be pink eye.
Guess who was fine before we ever hit the front door, and guess who called the District Office raising holy hell? I am such a troublemaker.
Why do so many parents and some school officials think the kids know best? They're kids. That's what they have adults around for, because they don't know squat. Too many of the adults - parents, school nurses, whoever seem to forget that.
That's my rant for the day.
