Tears

Add hormones, and emotionally charged situations and you will get tears.

At least I waited until I got home and could go hide for a few minutes.

This afternoon, we had the Meet and Greet for Chase's first grade teacher.

The good news is that her teacher seems nice enough.

If uninformed. No one mentioned to her that Chase had an interventionist working with her last year because she refused to talk at all in the classroom and they were unable to do any oral testing with her unless she was in a room with no one else. You would think that someone would have made note of that.

The sad news. There is no one in her class that she knows. And Chase has issues with familiarity, and anxiety. And, she is, by far, the shortest person in her class [one girl was not at the meet and greet and I am holding out hopes that she might be short, too.] She doesn't even come up to any of the children's shoulders. I guess everyone had a growth spurt this summer, except Chase. And no way was I going to mention it, but when Chase struggled to get up into her desk and her feet were swinging a good 5 inches from the floor, her teacher noted that they would try to make some adjustments for her. And her desk isn't the only thing that is too big. She is too short to easily open her locker, cannot reach the hooks for her book bag or coat, and cannot reach her mail slot. Almost everything in the classroom is out of reach for her.

And it makes me sad to know that these simple things are going to be struggle. School is hard enough, even when you don't stand out as being different.

But she is still excited about school. So I will try to just be excited with her and deal with the issues as they come.