Friday morning, we set off bright and early to take Ditto Boy to his Y summer day camp, and when we get to the end of the street, we see this:
The Old School

This is his school. Or…was. He’ll be in fifth grade in the fall. The fifth-grade rooms are that front pile of rubble on the left.

I was shocked. I’d complained bitterly over the past week as they’d taken down all the 100-year old trees that sat along the front and sides of the school yard, but I assumed that perhaps the roots were getting into the sewers, or the branches in the lines. (I never like to see trees cut down, particularly that old, unless they’re damaged.) But this?

Fortunately I was dealing with Ditto Boy. He hardly noticed, his attention flitting from object to object like a starving butterfly. The other two don’t go to this school; they’re bused to the school with autistic support.

But coming home from camp, Little Miss takes one look and yells, “They’re destroying W’s school!” (Yes, she used the word ‘destroying.’ I didn’t even think she knew it, considering she doesn’t talk half the time. Weird. But hilarious.)

Captain Oblivious then started on a diatribe about why they must be doing it that no one paid attention to after the first couple sentences. We were still overwhelmed by the debris.

I was just really grateful that neither of my kiddos who can’t deal with change attend that school. It would have been the subject of obsession the rest of the summer, even through the new construction that I’m sure is a planned follow-up to the disaster.

Change is just not something we do. Even the impending two weeks with the Cabana Boy’s mother is already a source of stress for Captain O, not because of the visit, but because his grandmother will not let him watch Lost in Space on Thursday nights as we do here. Last summer when they went, she was pretty stirred up when he wouldn’t go to sleep at night because he obsessed about not being able to watch television in the morning (which she doesn’t do–they’re not big on television there, even less so than we are. But if it gets me 20 min more sleep in the morning, I’m all for Spiderman.)

This, of course, gives me some concerns for the upcoming switch to middle school, as well. So far he’s seemed to be pretty low-key about it. The sixth-graders all had a tour of the middle school, saw the 7th and 8th grade classrooms, lockers, etc. The autism support teacher invited us to come the week before school and stay as long as we like, getting familiar with the schedules, the lockers, the changing classes–just the sheer numbers are going to throw him, I’m afraid. We’ll keep our fingers crossed.

At least his school is still there. So far.

8 thoughts on “Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

  1. So many memories… well, at least 2 come to mind. One being rockets and batteries being built in science class and the other is a girl from my class getting flashed by some guy in a trench coat walking home from First D. Hmmm. It’s funny what our brains remember….

  2. That sight would certainly shock me too! I am surprised that the school haven´t informed you of the changes, and that they can cut down old trees just like this.

    Hopefully the new building will be equiped with new computer tecnology, or similar attractive news.

    Bad news, but your humor, loving description and care about the kids are wonderful. If you ever write a “daily life book” it must be a bestseller!

  3. I’m NT (or I think I am) and even I hate changes!

    I’ll be sending you good thoughts for your family’s visit with grandma and for a seamless transition to middle school. 🙂

  4. Goodness! I can’t believe the school didn’t tell folks what was happening! It seems like a no-brainer to do so. I know what you mean about that kind of obsessing – it can stress out a kid for the whole summer.

    I hope the transitions all go well. 🙂

  5. We are experiencing this in a sense too. Rachel just graduated from 3rd grade which is right next door to our home. They have the entire playground tore up and some other stuff. We walk by there often when we walk the dogs. Rachel always get a little nervous seeing it because she hates change. But she is happy that next year she is going to a different school instead of a new school with a different playground.

  6. We would never see something like that where we live. Someone would just haul in another dozen or so portable buildings, and the school would “grow.” I guess that’s good when change is a problem. One portable looks like the next!

    We don’t watch TV at all here. (Movies, sometimes, but no TV. And the grown-ups watch more movies than the children.) HOWEVER, when we’re traveling, all bets are off, and when someone is watching our kids, the same is true. We were just gone 5 days, and I think all my kids did was sit in front of the television (for movies, I think). It has a place. And sometimes that place is called “Sanity.”

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