Yeah...there just aren't words for those situations.
"But, it just isn’t over yet. The wilds in you are everything they’ve sought to tame. These they cannot have unless you consent. So. If their cancer takes your lungs, I say grow gills, and head for the water. And wait." AD
Thursday, December 17, 2009
I just saw an advertisement for meatballs....strange
Longest 17 minutes of my life today. Conversation with the Mom of the 69 IQ baby who is up for expulsion after Christmas as of yesterday. The essence of the conversation was "Well, the stuff has hit the fan. And you've got some tough choices to make." It ended with the Mom screaming about how no one has her baby's interests in mind and then refusing to talk to me. I don't know what was worse, telling her that if she wasn't prepared to put the child on meds she's likely looking at not whether he'll be expelled, but for how long....or that the program therapist followed up my comment of "Well, I think she's going to pull him from program," with "Were you sympathetic?!"
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