One Step at a Time
"Mrs. Groh?" "This is Mr. Philips and I have Nathan here in my office and he is pretty upset." This is the phone call I received from Nathan's guidance counselor yesterday. He had walked into his first period class and tolerated about 5 minutes of the student's whispers, "You see that kid?" "He's so weird." "I can't stand him." My stomach tightens and a lump rises in my throat. I listen to the guidance counselor ask, "Can you come in on Monday morning and meet with me, Nathan, the special education teacher and school psychologist?" "We want to come up with a better plan for him." 20 years old. Far too old to be in a class with 16 year olds. Too old to still be in high school. Yet, this is his reality. Nathan has big dreams for his life. He told me the other day, "Mom, I'm going to work for the New York City Fire Department for 2 or 3 days a week and then I'll be a chef the othe