I hate our school.
I brought the snacks in today before school started. As we're walking to the store room the teacher says "you know I still can't understand anything [bubba] says." I just stared at her with my mouth open. He goes to speech three times a week, and she knows that. So then I'm defensive, like this is my fault. I assure her that we are constantly practicing and running the speech drills. I tell her that he has way more sounds than 6 months ago. I repeat myself a billion times, because there's nothing else to say.
I bumped into the speech lady and we got to talking. Then I start putting all the pieces together: pre-k had their testing last week. The teacher can't understand him, but she's doing the testing. The speech lady said in other schools the speech therapist does the testing on speech kids, but of course not ours.
SO my hackles are raised. IF we get his marks and he scored poorly, then I'm going to raise all sorts of fusses. If his teacher is the one doing the testing and she can't understand him, then he's being set up for failure.