Today, a letter of award arrived. I have successfully passed third year and been awarded my BSc in Applied Bioscience at UWS, Paisley campus. I am not currently jumping up and down, or cracking open the bottle of cheap wine. I am trepidly awaiting honours year now. I still need to complete that to be qualified with my BSc in Biomedical Science (hons). So, it’s a minor “yaay” for today, but still a “yaay” nonetheless!
I’ve been homeschooling my son since easter holidays, and I possibly feel slightly drained, so it’s all quietly appreciated for now. In regards to my son’s autoimmune conditions and the diagnosis, and the pain and upset; the shock and the steep learning curve, I say thank you! I now have a degree. It pushed my determination to understand it all a little more. I am aware that this drive exsists in many who get involved in medicine and research, and have already met a few lovely Dr’s and Professors who all share enthusiasm for area’s of specialisms dear to their own hearts.
To be a teacher? That’s a whole new debate! Trouble was, the school never adhered to his care plan. Subsequently, he was left walking around a school whilst experiencing his third severe hypoglycaemic episode of the day with no named person there to look after him. This led to my decision to complain to the local authority, having already had the deputy head teacher scream and bawl about how my son was not independent or confident, before hanging up the phone on me. I was left with two choices, either send him to another school for 7 weeks of the remaining primary education, or homeschool. I chose the latter. The trouble with accusing a child of 11 years old, whilst he is hypo, that he is neither confident or independent is that it is actually classed as bullying and I was willing to write a formal complaint, and go the full way – but was told by the Local authority that this procedure would take 6-7weeks – by which time he would have left said school.
So we took the positive route out, let it all go and enjoyed ourselves learning new things and visiting some very insipring places including RSPB Lochwinnoch, Glasgow Science centre, Cycling around Millport (or Little Cumbrae if you want the Sunday name), various parks and beaches.
Since our debacle with the school, there has been a new document put in place I believe, by the Scottish Government and Diabetes Scotland (Diabetes Uk, Scotland branch). The document will hopefully allow more support to parents like myself when things go badly wrong in education, and they do for many. There has been campaign’s highlighting how some schools get it right, but like everything, not much emphasis on when things go the other way!
I think he found the whole experience strange, but welcoming after the trauma. After many a discussion about various, non-PC teachers I had come across in the early 80’s, he decided I was cool for taking on such a challenge and for the most part, he didn’t laugh at me when I got a couple of maths questions wrong. What?
I must admit, he did start to roll his eyes when I got over enthusiastic teaching him about DNA in Glasgow’s Science centre. I also deeply embarrassed him when I leapt with excitement at the sight of a Medtronic Insulin Pump on display, alongside the handsome Lenny the Lion. Let’s just say, he’ll enjoy starting secondary school in August now and hopefully he won’t meet any teachers as mad as I was!