(Note: In music, the ultimate note in a composition is the final note. The penultimate note is the one before it, hence the sesquipenultimate note is the one before that. According to NPR, anyway.)
Friday, June 26. Clearly the last week of school. In contrast to the previous week, there were no flashcards or study sheets or students anxiously reviewing or clutching final projects. As I entered the school this week, they were all chatting and fingering digital cameras. Throughout the school day, I could feel the energy. Several times, the library assistant was called to help out in ISS. Apparently it was full of students unable to contain their enthusiasm for the end of the school year.
I actually remembered my check list this visit and began making more conscious observations outside the media center. The offloading of students in the morning is an exercise in highly organized chaos. As I mentioned, the school is in the middle of an industrial park. The early school bell probably helps avoid much of the morning traffice, but it is still a very busy area. The busses are incredibly efficient, discharging volumes of happy, excited kids in a very few minutes. However, the parade of cars offloading one or two students seemed endless (especially at the end of the day when a tired intern is trying to get through the line to the exit). Fortunately, busses are on one side of the building, the parents are on the other. The two parking areas do not appear to connect so bus and car interaction is limited.While the lines of cars and busses were neat and orderly, the noisy gaggle of students assembling near the entrance was anything but. When the doors opened, students streamed into the foyer. Walking among them felt like being pulled along by the tide.
The office is immediately inside the main entrance and to the right. Visitors are greeted by a colorful computer screen asking for their name and the purpose of their visit. They are rewarded with a bright yellow sticker printed with their name and destination This particular morning, the receptionist was out and the school's book keeper was trying to manage visitors, the phone, and students anxious to correct their attendance records. To the left, an infirmary provides needed first aid supplies and is periodically visited by a nurse who rotates between several local schools. Beyond the desk, a hall curves towards the mailroom with offices for the principal and other administrative staff members. On Fridays, the principal and many of the teachers and staff members wear bright red T-shirts bearing the LRMS Lightening mascot. This Friday, the office is particularly busy as students and parents try to clear up end-of-year details.
When I got to the media center, sporting my bright yellow badge, Diane was still on the hunt for individuals who hadn't turned in their library books. This was her last opportunity (or the last day she was making an attempt this school year). The list was substantially shorter than last week and she did nab a few more while scouring the halls and visiting homerooms, clipboard and marking pen in hand. However, as soon as that job was done, she had me accompany her to one of the special education labs where we were to assist the instuctor with her students. The students had been writing a journal all year. Their final assignment was to put their favorite selection from each month into a PowerPoint presentation. Diane and I brought microphones from the library's AV collection so students could record their final statements--what was the most valuable lesson they had learned that year--into their PowerPoints. The teacher was collecting their presentations on a disk for herself and giving each student a disk with their own journal on it. She'd made a CD label for each disk with a great picture of the class as a gift back to them.
The other big job that day was helping faculty members get all their files off their laptops. The school was migrating to a Microsoft server from their current Novell system. All the laptops had to be wiped clean and the new software installed. A team was coming in Monday to make the migration. All the laptops had to be emptied of personal files and collected by the end of the day. Some instructors were having trouble removing their files. One of the resource teachers came by the classroom and saw Diane and asked for help. As Diane was busy with the students, I assisted with the laptop. It was a great chance to chat with her about services for special needs students.
I have a 29 year old stepson who was born at aound 25 weeks. He is a happy, successful young man now, but with all his developmental delays and associated hardships, school was a nightmare for him. As his dad and I were the custodial parents, it fell to us to negotiate for the special services he needed and deserved. Our experience was that each profession we consulted had their own perspectives and success stories to back them up. And often they were in conflict. Classroom teachers wanted to retain such kids and press them for more "reinforcement" through added homework. The doctors wanted to medicate. Other specialists wanted self-contained classrooms or hours of resource time with no meds and a reduced class load. But schools may be limited as to the number of resource staff, self-contained classrooms, or resource slots available. While the state mandates that each child is entitled to an IEP, figuring out what is needed, getting everyone involved on board and then finding the time and resources to deliver the services can be daunting for families. So while we were waiting for the teacher's files to transfer, I was full of questions about how students like my stepson would be handled at Lufkin.
I was told that this school did not have "self-contained classrooms" like the one I observed in Randleman or as had been proposed for my stepson. Special needs students were taught in small groups in computer labs like the one we were in. It was still called "resource" and there was a resource teacher for each grade. They typically met for four hours a day. I was working with the 8th grade resource teacher who loved her job and made a career change specifically to have the chance to do it.
Diane and Sandra and myself made several more excursions out to make sure everyone had turned in laptops and had no problems retaining files. The rest of the day was spent shelving books--or trying to. A major shelf shifting was in order. Many shelves were so full, all I could do was lay books sideways on top of those shelved. I was assured that by the time I returned on July 10 (July 3 is a holiday), there would be plenty of room on the shelves again and the volunteers would manage the straightening up they required. My final excursion was to the staff lounge to see what was happening there.

This building had been a pharma manufacturing facility, remember? The lounge was lovely--spacious, with a nice kitchen, gorgous second floor view, and lots of vending machines. It was also empty. And it had been empty the last time I visited. I quizzed Sandra who said that not only was it really cold up there, but most folks ate lunch in small groups in their workrooms like we did in the library. She wasn't sure it was ever used much unless the PTA brought in a teacher appreciation lunch. Oh well, no hot gossip to be found there!
Monday and Tuesday are the last two days of school. Wednesday and Thursday are teacher work days. The following Monday is a workday and orientation for new students. And it all starts over again Tuesday, July 7. I'll be there again on the 10th, curious to see the school year from the other end.