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Date Posted: Sunday, December 02, 07:46:45pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 499+" on Sunday, November 18, 03:12:32pm
“It’s a complicated situation… and we’ve been trying to address it… and I know that her teachers don’t see the problems… and I feel… responsible…” Reagan explained as she rubbed the back of her neck while walking down the hallway with Stephanie Wilburn, the school counselor. Stephanie touched Reagan’s arm. “I spoke at length with Mr. and Mrs. Pomeroy today…”
Reagan knew that and nodded her head. “I know that it probably isn’t a normal situation…”
“There are some unique factors, but the fact is that most of my time counseling children in kindergarten thru third grade tends to be because of a pending new sibling,” Stephanie shrugged her shoulders with a gentle smile. “Even the really smart ones struggle.”
Reagan stopped and looked at Stephanie, unsure about this decision. It had ultimately been Michael’s and Nikita’s decision. They had thought about Beatrice but Beatrice suggested that the school counselor was best prepared and not part of their untraditional family. Michael and Nikita didn’t seem to be worried about other secrets remained as they should. But Reagan didn’t like this.
Stephanie turned to look at Reagan and sighed. “Mrs. Pomeroy explained her PTSD… and that Sabina went through a rough beginning… and while not PTSD, struggled some.”
Reagan swallowed hard. “Sabina is going to see right thru you. She knows so much.”
“There is a difference between knowing the information and understanding. She is too young to understand half of the words that she thinks she knows,” Stephanie explained. “And I’m surprised that you don’t see someone. Instructing one child with Sabina’s intelligence has to be extremely stressful and obviously shows your own intelligence in keeping her interested and checked in.”
Reagan lifted her head. “I know that you did not agree with the school’s decision to allow Sabina to come here…”
Stephanie nodded her head. “That’s correct. I thought that she would be better off in another school… I still do think for her intelligence that this isn’t the right decision. But I can see that for her social skills… it was the right decision.”
Reagan started to walk again as she looked at the lockers. “It was the right decision.”
They approached the room that Sabina was waiting for Stephanie in and the counselor stopped. “It also shows the trend in the area… a Foundation has been preparing a report for the past year. I saw a preliminary report that is going to cause us to address this… as we are slated to get even more students with above intelligence… I was going to suggest that we ask you to join the committee that explores integration into our own schools and not segregation as we start to make programs available for students like Sabina.”
Stephanie realized that she had thrown Reagan for a loop and she wanted the woman to think about it. Plus, she didn’t have all day to speak with Sabina. She eased away from the nervous Reagan to walk into the room to find Sabina.
They started off with introductions and Stephanie found it easy to talk to Sabina. Everyone seemed worried about Sabina’s reaction to her, but nothing seemed wrong right now.
It was a much different reaction than what Stephanie had last year. But she had been wrong. All of Sabina’s classmates seemed to do better than average. Something was helping that and most would say that it was because of Sabina but Stephanie wasn’t willing to go that far, but something was sparking that class to go better. Stephanie was interested in what would happen with the addition of Max into the realm.
“So, your mother is pregnant.”
“Yeah,” Sabina beamed. “I tried to suggest names last night… but they didn’t like that.”
“Usually the parents name their children… even if there are other children in the family,” Stephanie replied as she leaned forward. “You are close to your mother.”
Sabina rolled her eyes and tilted her head to the side. “I’m not jealous of the baby.”
“You might not think that you are…”
“I just want my mom to go back to working the way that she did… she is around the house too much. We don’t get special time anymore because she has too much time,” Sabina declared in a way that shocked Stephanie. This girl was blunt, and she had heard that from many people. But what she said was probably the opposite of what she anticipated to hear. She thought that Sabina would be declaring that her mother was spending too much time getting ready for the baby.
“Have you told her this?” Stephanie inquired as this was the question that she would have asked even if Sabina had indicated that she was feeling left out of things. Sabina needed to communicate with her parents.
“Yes,” Sabina crossed her arms across her chest. “Why does everyone make the fact that I don’t really like Max be about my relationship with my mother… or with my father… or about the baby? That makes no sense.”
Stephanie rubbed her hands together and winced slightly. “But I’ve seen you interact with Max. You seem to be fine during school.”
“That’s called being polite,” Sabina shrugged her shoulders. “He doesn’t need to know what I truly think about when he has to showboat in class… and he doesn’t need me telling my friends what I think either. I know how it feels to be the odd person in school. I didn’t have that here… but before… They held me back because I was bored to tears chanting the alphabet. I felt alienated and that is exactly what would be felt by Max if I told my friends what I thought about him.”
Stephanie leaned back and smiled. “That is incredibly insightful.”
“It’s the right thing to do,” Sabina shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t need to talk to you.”
Stephanie chuckled. “So your reasoning on this is correct, but you do need help.”
“What?” Sabina defensively declared and Stephanie nodded her head but did not drop a smile. “You need to find another way to get your frustration out… and not going home and ranting. It’s not all the way healthy for you, and it isn’t helping your family.”
Sabina dropped her head. “I didn’t think about that.”
“You’re a kid. You aren’t supposed to think about these things.”
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