5.17.2020 Texas Special Education Continues to be AWOL

I didn’t write this article, I copied and modified it from the website, educationviews.org

The article was written by writers from Houston Public Media and the Houston Chronicle and is based on four case studies of Special Needs children and their parents as well as interviews with TEA officials, Public Educators, and Advocates/Attorneys. Bottom line, nothing much appears to be changing in regards as to how the school districts are treating children with disabilities. Read on and weep along with me.

For over a decade, Texas illegally denied special education to tens of thousands of children with disabilities — services that are their right under federal law. State lawmakers took action and federal monitors stepped in. But the crisis isn’t over for many families, Houston Public Media found in an investigation with the Houston Chronicle. Continue reading

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Gee-Whiz, I Wish I’d Known all this Stuff Back Then

 

File today’s post under the heading of gee-whiz, I wish I’d known all this legal stuff back then.

From IDEA 2004, (c) Parent-initiated evaluations. If the parent obtains an independent educational evaluation at public expense or shares with the public agency an evaluation obtained at private expense, the results of the evaluation–
(1) Must be considered by the public agency, if it meets agency criteria, in any decision made with respect to the provision of FAPE to the child; and

(2) May be presented by any party as evidence at a hearing on a due process complaint under subpart E of this part regarding that child.

I wasn’t present at the December 8, 2015 parent-initiated ARD meeting when Eva and Amador met with Aleczander’s IEP team to present my assessment information. The IEP team acted as if the written and video documentation didn’t meet their criteria and thus had no standing with respect to the provision of a FAPE to Aleczander. Which was sort of strange, as I’d previously worked for that very same district. For most of those years, I had conducted more evaluations that any of the other assessment members. One year the SE Director came to me and said, “We’re going to have to get someone to help you with the early childhood evaluations, you did more assessments than the entire rest of the assessment staff put together–there were 7 of us–this past school year.” True, this was the same director who had run me off a few years later, but it still seemed strange that, with so many of my reports in the district’s archives, Aleczander’s IEP team had been willing to tell these parents that this particular outside educational diagnostician didn’t meet their district’s criteria to conduct independent educational evaluations. Continue reading

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I Thought Mother Teresa Lived in Abject Poverty

In 1995 my writing career appeared to be dead in the water so it came as somewhat of a relief to me when a special education  director from a small town south of San Antonio called and asked if she could come by my house and talk to me about a job. Turned out she was desperate to get somebody–anybody with Ed Diag or LSSP credentials– out to her district to conduct her 3-year Special Education reevaluations.

“How’d you get my name?” I asked. Her response provided me with my first glimpse into the old boy network that makes up bureaucratic special education services in Texas. “A friend at SAISD searched applications and gave me your name and number,” she admitted. So much for confidentiality, I thought. But I let her come by the house anyway. Continue reading

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TEACHER, CAN YOU PLAY WITH ME?

Today is April 18, 2020. I’m only marginally stir crazy as Gov. Abbot announced yesterday that Texas will soon reopen for business, although it is beyond infuriating that the DISTRICT is using the Corona virus as its latest reason to deny meaningful special education services. Actually in this CHILD’s case, the DISTRICT continues to refuse to provide ANY SE services. These PARENTS have been asking for additional services for their CHILD since September 2017 when today’s video, TEACHER, CAN YOU PLAY WITH ME?, was filmed. Note that the CHILD is 8 years 4 months of age while his gross motor, expressive language and articulation skills are functionally less than half of his Chronological Age (CA).

 

The DISTRICT assessment team comprised of an LSSP, OT, PT, Speech Path, and Dyslexia teacher completed their new testing on March 6, 2020, the Friday before Spring Break. Consents for this testing had been signed on 8.21.19 and re-signed on 1.27.2020 when the DISTRICT finally coughed up their 8.14.19 REED/EVALUATION report. On the last of the CHILD’s six test appointments, the LSSP, described on the DISTRICT’s website as the DISTRICT behavior specialist, said, “We’ve done all of the testing that has to been done. We’ll have to score everything and write it up so the REED/ARD will be held at least one week after Spring Break.”

Spring break ended in the DISTRICT on March 12th, however, by that date, schools were no longer hosting students, or teachers either for that matter. All of the DISTRICT staff members began working from home, and all have been allowed to come into their offices and retrieve any supplies necessary to do so. All SE ASSESSMENT STAFF have received their regular paychecks without interruption. Perhaps you’d like to guess what is going to happen when this PARENT emails the DISTRICT SE DIRECTOR to inquire about the ARD that she has been requesting since September 2017? Go ahead, hazard a guess, and then read the email exchange between the PARENT and the DISTRICT SE DIRECTOR reprinted below: Continue reading

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They All Lied To Me

ginger, joyce's weddingClaire Louise:  They All Lied To Me

I’m working on SHADE ISLAND, sequel to my first novel and wondering what people think about this iteration of the Richards sisters twenty years after my readers first met Claire Louise and Macy Rose in Daughters of Memory, 1991. This chapter is told from older sister Claire Louise’s POV. Continue reading

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Kairos


I created this video about Kairos, a prison ministry similar to an Acts or Emmaeus retreat  at the request of Valerie Slade who works and worships at my church, AHUMC. I can’t take credit for the powerful testimonies contained within this movie . . . credit for those go to Valerie’s husband, Chip Slade, who was on the music team of this particular retreat into a prison located near San Antonio, Texas. Chip provided me with over two hours of interview material, clips of team members speaking into his camera phone discussing the reasons why they participated in this four-day ministry. When I began editing material and putting Kairos together, the pieces fell into place so easily that I later found myself telling Valerie, “Because of the testimonies provided by Chip, this movie just seemed to make itself! Sad to say, way too much good material got left on the cutting room floor!”

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The Loving Service

The Loving Service Committee of AHUMC’s United Methodist Women was organized on January 22, 1974 by Lorraine Horner and her assistant Mabel McCann. Its mission was to provide food and house-sitting services to church families during times of bereavement. Over the years, the Loving Service ministry has grown and changed. Today AHUMC families grieving the loss of a loved one are offered a catered and staffed reception at the church following funerals or memorial services. Chairwomen Sandy Boyd and Terri Ross notify Loving Service Food Teams and Reception Teams, which continue to be staffed completely by volunteers, about specific requests/needs for upcoming funerals and memorial services. Following long-standing tradition, Loving Service Receptions are a gift, given with love, from the AHUMC congregation to bereaved families of church members. In the words of Terri Ross, Loving Service is truly a loaves and fishes undertaking!

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The Hope Center

Ginger Brewer and Betty Anderson are Monday morning volunteers at AHUMC’s Hope Center. When asked why they spend their time in this manner, they remind me of Matthew 25:40 where Jesus says, “And the King will tell them, I assure you, when you did it to one of the least of these, my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!

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I’m Almost About To READ!

June 2018 Update

This is one of those good news bad news stories. Aleczander completed third grade at Salem Sayers. That’s good news. For a second year now, instead of crying hysterically as he did during kindergarten and first grade when his parents had to drag him into school every morning, this little guy is sad that during the summer months he can’t go to school. More good news is that he’s attending a marvelous summer program through Texas Rio Star Project Transformation at Laurel Heights UMC. At summer literacy camp, he’s maintaining his reading skills, having a great time, and making new friends.

Some bad news is that Aleczander still has dyslexia and academically he’s fallen even  farther behind his peers. Most third graders read chapter books. Aleczander struggles to sound out words such as cat and dog. But the good news, the real miracle here, is that, at school, Aleczander utterly believes in himself again. That’s entirely due to Mrs. Urtiaga and the supremely wonderful boys and girls in Aleczander’s third grade classroom at Salem Sayers Baptist Academy. Aleczander isn’t a stupid child by any stretch of the imagination. He can look around the room and notice the difference between the books and pages that he is reading and writing and the learning materials that are laid out on the other children’s desks. When he’s in his classroom at Salem Sayers, Aleczander is no longer embarrassed or ashamed of his learning differences. He’s not afraid to try and try and keep on trying. At school, he’s accepting of himself and totally believes that, eventually, academically, he’ll progress to where the other guys are. Like his favorite animal, the turtle, Aleczander accepts that he moves very very slowly, and he understands that, for him, learning to read and write is and always will be a daily, ploddingly hard, mostly tedious journey.

The bad news is that residual effects of Aleczander’s severe mistreatment by public school educators linger. Unless Aleczander is with Mrs. Urtiaga, he’s terrified to attempt to read or write or talk. He hides behind statements such as “I don’t want to, it’s boring, I’m tired . . . ” and retreats to games and images on his phone or tablet. This is very very bad news, and not at all hopeful as to an ultimate positive outcome for Aleczander. Some day he’s going to grow  up. He’s going to have to fill out job applications and hold down gainful employment. As of right now, those prospects look dim.

When a child with average intelligence who has significant learning disabilities becomes unwilling to attempt academic tasks (practice with Mom the things that he’s worked on at school that day, do his homework, go over and over the exercises Mrs. Linda, his speech therapist, sends home on Tuesdays and Thursdays, read aloud with Mom for at least 30 minutes each and every day, or do the work sent home by Mrs. Gayla, his former dyslexia teacher on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays), it becomes almost a foregone conclusion that the child is going to fail to learn to read and write well enough to succeed in a post high school academic or work environment. To put this sad fact into Aleczander terms, being unwilling to work very very hard for several hours each day after school and during the summer months virtually assures that Aleczander is going to become one of those turtles that gets squashed in the middle of the road long before he successfully matriculates to any sort of post high school setting such as trade school or college. That’s the bad news. Now here’s the good news although you are going to have to bear with me to get to the good part, admittedly, this next paragraph doesn’t start out sounding like good news.

As part of Aleczander’s third grade assessment information, he was evaluated by Dr. Michael Roman, neuropsychologist. Steve, Eva, and I met with Dr. Roman to obtain test results about a month ago. To a person, we were horrified, but not surprised, to learn that Aleczander’s willingness to attempt academic tasks (in this case in a test situation) is non-existent. Aleczander doesn’t understand that examiners have to present material on each and every subtest until he ceilings out (usually misses 3 or 5 responses). All Aleczander understood during the four separate occasions when he went into a testing room was that, once again, people were asking him to do some work that looked easy and quickly became impossible.

Aleczander was literally lied about for two years in public school as he and his classmates and his parents were told daily by teachers and speech therapists that Aleczander had no learning disabilities, that he was a behavior problem, that he was lazy, inattentive, rebellious, and coddled by his parents. As a direct result of that public school experience, Aleczander devolves into extreme emotional distress when confronted with reading and writing tasks. I freely admit that I already knew that Aleczander’s work ethic was significantly but not exclusively, in the toilet. The basic fact that I hadn’t yet allowed myself to wrap my mind around was this: at his current rate of progress, Aleczander will not yet be reading at the third grade level by the time that he turns 18 years of age and graduates high school. Yeah, I know, we’re still at the bad news part of this story. But hang in there, I promise you we’re getting to a good part.

In an attempt to demonstrate to Aleczander and his parents how and why Aleczander’s work ethic is non-existent unless he is with Mrs. Urtiaga, I showed Aleczander this video yesterday (I’m Almost About to Read). But first I showed him my 11.3.15 initial assessment video of Aleczander as a mid first grade student talking about Superman and his friend Josue. “This is you, back when I met you, you weren’t afraid to try and you didn’t say I don’t want to and it’s boring,” I reminded him.

Then we watched the 5.15.16 language sample video that still makes me cringe and feel physically ill and that Eva can’t watch without tears coming into her eyes. This video, taken six months after I started helping Eva and Amador attempt to get a FAPE for Aleczander, makes their son look like a stroke victim, a kid who’s just developed Tourette’s, or a child having epileptic seizures, take your pick. Turns out none of the above statements were true. Aleczander was simply a sweet little boy with multiple learning disabilities who had become the victim of the state imposed cap on the number of children who could get special education in any Texas public school. Because reading and writing learning disabilities are the so-called invisible learning disabilities, the kids with speech and learning disabilities were the easiest ones for their public schools to kick out of special education. The 5.15.16 language sample video vividly documents just how badly Aleczander was abused by his Texas public school during his first grade school year. (See the 11.3.15 initial assessment video and the 5.15.16 video in a previous post.)

Not to despair, we’ve arrived at the good news part, and this is really good news. Aleczander watched the video shot by Mrs. Urtiaga just a couple of weeks before the end of third grade yesterday. He hadn’t seen this video previously. But first I showed him video number 1 in which he and his dad couldn’t believe how little he was less than three years ago. Then we watched the 5.15.16 speech and language sample video and Aleczander laughed at the way the word “NO” exploded out of his mouth when I asked whether or not turtles can fly. Eva and I still cringed. And then he watched the video included with this post. When the video ended, he sort of whispered one word, “again.” He looked stunned. So we watched it again. I think Eva cried, I blinked back tears. My tears weren’t so much from the video itself, as they were for Aleczander’s reaction to the movie. Once the enormity of what he was seeing sank into his consciousness, Aleczander, who had been sitting on his dad’s lap, visibly relaxed. He leaned back against Amador’s chest, his entire face aglow with the biggest most wonderful smile. His eyes were brimming over with emotion, filled with far more than simple happiness. I saw hope there, and wonder, and the renewed belief that the world was and is a good place and the sure certain knowledge that he is a beloved child of God. For the longest time, Aleczander simply sat in Amador’s lap, leaning his head against his daddy’s chest. He kept on smiling for the longest time.  “I can read,” he said, still smiling. Finally, he nodded his head, as if in confirmation of what Mrs. Urtiaga had been telling him all along. Then he stood up and walked out of the room.

“Wow, just wow,” I said. This is start, we’re back on track, Eva and Amador and I told ourselves. We said the words, reboot and new beginning to each other. Mostly we smiled at each other. It’s really nice to get to the good parts of any story and I had hoped that seeing those movies was going to be helpful to Aleczander, but I’d had no idea the sort of magical reaction that I was going to be seeing. My bet is, Aleczander is going to watch this video of at least once a day all summer long. And each day he’s going to get out his homework from summer literacy camp or speech therapy or the library books he and his Mom and his new baby brother pick up at the new public library right down the road on a weekly basis and he’ll work and work and work. This little turtle is on the move again! Thank you, thank you, thank you Melissa Urtiaga, you’re so the BEST! . . . as I write this I can hear you saying, “All glory goes to God.” To those words, I can only respond, “Amen!”

 

 

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It’s Only Pretend Reading, but It’s a Giant Step in the Right Direction

July 2016

In this video, Aleczander is reading a predictable pattern book. The book was given to him by Miss Shelley, a dyslexia teacher who was employed by Aleczander’s previous school to give him 12 1-1 lessons during the summer of 2016. Aleczander, who had just completed first grade, received some really bad special education that year. His special education teachers and therapists told his parents and me on more than a dozen occasions (all conversations were taped) that Aleczander was making excellent progress, “more than a year’s worth of growth” was the catch phrase that they doubled down on. That August Aleczander’s parents, egged on by me, threw in the towel and withdrew their son from the public school system. There was just so much abuse that Aleczander could withstand as we fought to get him the special education services he needed.  Continue reading

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