Well, the first week came and went.
The bus continued to show up (after the initial first day hiccup) on time, at the right place. “Mr. Bill” has been driving this route since it began, so while I have not formally met him, seems to deal just fine with the kids. I know B sits closer to the front which works with me. My worry, of course, is that without the “restraints” B will not want to sit still. Luckily, he likes the bus so much that he tends to follow the rules.
Knock on wood.
Anyway, I just got off the phone with his Cross Cat teacher. Apparently (already) “The Team” needs to convene to review data for his BIP. I know that sounds strange, as we are only in the second week. Most likely, his BIP will remain in effect, as is, for the foreseeable future. But, I was informed that this was to meet the quarter-end “deadline” so whatever.
Besides, it will give me a chance to meet “The Team”, again. There have been changes even since our transitional IEP meeting in April. The Cross Cat teacher is new. The Ass’t Principal is new AND his Kindergarten teacher is still out on leave. So, I have no idea who is still there. 😉
The Cross Cat teacher also noted that so far, B has been doing great. Now, she adds with caution, it’s not too demanding right now and the foreseeable change with the teachers will be something to face. I don’t know if he’s making any new friends, but it sounds like he is working well within the mainstream structure.
To end this post on a slight downer, I was a little sad at the bus stop this morning. I can see the differences between B and the other kids. I can see him trying to talk to them and trying to socialize. I won’t say that he is shoved aside (he’s not and you KNOW I would be all over that), but it’s…noticeable. And while adults may be amused by his consistent stream of thoughts that come out of his mouth, other kids are not.
It’s the classic social awkwardness that is a marked trait of autism. I have always known that, but now in a “typical” school setting, it’s definitely showing itself brightly. B, to his credit, surely doesn’t acknowledge any difference. He is perfectly happy to talk non-stop about buses, and how they run, and how it’s still the “other bus” because the “real bus” is not working, etc.
And while I try not to, I wring my hands in anxiety about it. At this point I can easily intervene and distract B whenever I sense him going to the extreme. But for how long? Does he continue it on the bus? How about when he gets to After-Kindergarten?
Yeah, welcome back to school. Sheesh!