Just a Typical Day

My first year at Bancroft School was full of learning. One student in particular taught me a lot, we'll call him D. When this positive, caring and eager teacher had used every tool in her belt by the end of September, I knew we were in for an interesting ride. After time I discovered that reading was a great way for D to manage being in the classroom, but not just any ol' book. With luck though, he enjoyed The Series of Unfortunate Events. Of which there are many. (Thirteen now, I think just ten at the time) When D came back from Christmas break he was so excited to tell me that he got the entire series for Christmas and had read EVERY one of them. Somehow we made it through his eighth grade year and even managed to build the foundation of a positive relationship.

D moved onto High School growing into an outstanding young man with his sights set on college. Now, going to college is scary for those of us with supportive parents who have gone before and can lead the way. I stood and watched this young man navigate his way through the hoops of being admitted to college, and as he explained to the financial aid lady that the reason he does not have his mother's tax return is because she did not file taxes. The reason she did not file taxes is because she was in jail. Like a punch in the gut. Well, I am so proud to announce that after all the hoop jumping and perseverance, D is now enrolled in College. As I handed D a celebratory coffee he said, "I'm a college student drinking Starbucks. How typical am I?" To the young man who spent most of his K-12 education in special programs-Here's to being typical. Go get 'em!