Well, I had an SAT (student assistance team) meeting today. According to the school handbook: "A Student Assistance Team includes teachers, administrators, and consultants who work collaboratively to develop strategies to support students' academic and behavioral needs." When my husband and I got to the meeting at 8:30, this morning, the only people in the room were the school social worker and the principal. The principal had a piece of paper that we were supposed to write a "plan" on to recreate my child. OK...let's give it a whirl. His idea was to send my son to the Residential Treatment Center (RTC) (return to class/detention) room 3 times a day, everyday, as to put a little variety in his day. Of course, he would be escorted by another child as to prevent these "dangerous" behaviors my son has been advertising to the school that even the principal, himself, couldn't control. Brilliant! "Well, I know you guys are in a hurry to get to work, so..." If I had my brass knuckles on at the moment(s) the principal said that... HE wanted to leave, so he tried to use US as the excuse. I said "Well, we're willing to take all the time necessary in order to fix this. We're not worried about work right now". I asked about a 504 plan...he didn't know what it was. The social worker sat there in silence most of the time and, eventually, the school psychologist joined the group. I asked if they had the resources at the school for one-on-one attention for my child. "No." I asked if they had smaller classes as to give my child a little more individual attention than a full size class. "No." Well, then...I said, "maybe (no offense to the school) this school and my son are not compatible." "Oh, you're not going to get anything different from any other school. In fact, this is the only school in this town that has the Residential Treatment Center (RTC) room." I asked if there were any alternative schools, at all, in town. This is where the psychologist piped up "Oh, that's something that will need to be discussed in the PPT." Me - "Yeah? How's that coming along, by the way?" psychiatric - "The paperwork is being filed." Me - "OK...still in the WORKS. OK..." At 9:00 (1/2 later), the principal had to leave. Mind you, nothing had been accomplished. The only plan were the 3x a day Residential Treatment Center (RTC) visits. We moved into the psychiatric's office. Now it's just us and her (not sure where the social worker went). She seems to be a bit more on the same page as us, but we still never worked out a solid plan. She suggested when he go to the Residential Treatment Center (RTC) room he continue doing assignments to color his turtles in (there are 5), so he gets a reward. Today, though, the goal was to color 2 turtles. Worth a shot, I guess. The social worker shows up a while into talking to the psychiatric. He gives me 3 numbers to 3 new MDs. I ask the psychiatric and the social worker's opinions on whether they thought it would be effective to have my son apologize to the class for disrupting them. They agreed this would be a bad idea it as it would embarass him. I think for a moment...alright, I suppose that's reasonable. Now, what came next stopped me in my tracks. The psychiatric tells me that one of the times my son was so lovingly escorted out of the room for his behavior, the WHOLE class applauded. Applauded! With him RIGHT THERE! It completely disgusts me that such behavior is allowed by those children! I wanted to cry for my son. I wanted to hug him. Squeeze him and get him out of that wretched excuse for a school. But I continued...I needed to get all the info I could. I found out the principal requested my son's teacher NOT attend the meeting and didn't even advise her of it until later this morning. I found out the principal last year was more apt to keep the "problem" kids in school, as opposed to kicking them out the door the second they acted up. I found out that I liked the psychiatric a LOT more having found out her opinions on the (gym teacher) principal, alone. We'll just say she's not his biggest fan. So....that's it. That's the plan. A kid bringing my kid to detention 3 times a day so he can color [enter colorful language] turtles. May I add the silver lining of my day: I got an appointment with a neurologist for 18 December. And they take my insurance. Woo hoo!!! This is my last spark of hope, at this point. As much as I'd hate to see that my son actually did have some kind of inbalance with his brain...at least, we'd know what to fix, right?