Out With The New....In With The Old?

My son has an incredible memory.  He remembers everything.  All the time.  Well....most of the time - he can remember who said what, when they said it - and quite possibly what they were wearing when they said it....but as him where he left HIS toy and the answer is invariably, "I dunno".

Yeah...right.  You know.  You just don't want to be the one to actually go and get it (have I mentioned that I was gullible on occasion).

My son used to go to Norseman Public School.  He currently attends 20th Street Public School.

We changed his home school a few years back because Norseman didn't actually have any classes for autistic dudes....and 20th Street did.  We were thrilled with the change initially.  It meant that Nicholas would be in a class where the teachers (we thought) had actual training and a background in dealing with kids who were atypical.  While the staff at Norseman were sincere in their efforts to help Nicholas - they didn't have a lot of experience in dealing with autistic kids - and no....attending a 1/2 day seminar isn't going to make someone an expert.  FYI - we've had mixed results with Nicholas' new school placement, and are currently investigating other, more suitable options.

My son had a lot of fun (for the most part) at Norseman.  He had some friends that he really liked (mostly girls...ya man!) and he had more good days than bad.  20th Street is different.

He seems to have more bad days than good.  What entails a bad day is a post unto itself (and I might post that too...we'll see) - and I'm pretty sure Nicholas would rather switch back to Norseman (it's a lot closer too).

A few days ago - Nicholas announced his intentions to return to his old stomping grounds and pay a visit.  That's where he is right now actually.  Mommy called ahead and had a chat with the principal (who remembers Nicholas quite well) to see if it would be ok.  His kindergarten teacher isn't there anymore (likely off on mat leave I suspect) - but his grade one teacher is around.

It's an interesting process watching my son's schemes unfold.  I'm sure there's an end game here somewhere - likely (in his mind) a return to where school was more fun than work.  Sorry bub - that's not going to happen.