Yesterday I had the privilege of sitting in a conference room for over an hour getting barraged by 7 people whose singular intent was to tell me all the ways that Travis was not meeting expectations for 5th grade work.
Mrs. Scates, he’s only reading at a third grade level.
Mrs. Scates, he can’t answer “why” questions.
Mrs. Scates, he doesn’t understand the concept of fractions.
Mrs. Scates, he keeps figuring out how to get around the computer’s security firewall.
Way to go, kid. Maybe you have employment opportunities as a hacker.
Mr. CPQ was not with me for this little gathering. That’s actually a good thing. He used to have to come for moral support because after twenty minutes I would be emotionally overwhelmed by the constant stream of bad news and I’d shut down and start crying and he would have to finish the meeting for me. After 9 years of doing this (we started his IEP planning when he was three years old), I’ve progressed to the point that I can now wait until I get to the car before I break down.
After the bearing of the bad news, we managed to get the necessary goals and strategies written and the forms signed and we all went about our day, but a tinge of sadness stayed tucked in my heart.
Until this morning.
As I was unloading the kids at the carpool line, I heard Ricky Martin’s Living La Vida Loca blaring from Travis’ iPod (he inherited my old one with its complete collection of Ricky, Barry Manilow, and ABBA). He didn’t get it turned off before I helped him to his walker, so I reached for it to do so and noticed that the Notes app was open to a page entitled “Livin la Vida Loca by Travis”. I read it and started laughing.
This kid, who confounds his teachers every day, had written down BY MEMORY the lyrics as he heard them to the song. And because they cracked me up and because this is my blog, I’m sharing them with you verbatim.
(And if you need a refresher to the real lyrics, here’s Ricky’s version.)
Season Sa Service Dishes, Black Cats and Famous Dogs.
A fail the autograph that girls gonna make me fall.
Season Sa Service New Kits and Sony Cameras,
He’s got a picture for every day and night.
To make you clothes of fund to Dancing in the Rain.
to make of crews of crazy life take away your pain
like a homemade to brain
Outside, Inside Out, Livin la Vida Loca
Sharing shampoo your back
Living la Vida Loca
Or live songs ever end
eda skits call la moca!
She well there you out, livin la vida loca.
Whoo! All right!
Woke up the New York City! In a funky Dance Hotel.
He took your wallet and he took your money, He must asleep you, sleeping pill.
He never dreams that want to makes you or of Friendship Pain.
Once you have a taste of honey Mustard, you’ll never be the same.
It’s to make you go in Target, Come on!
Outside, Inside out!
Livin la Vida Loca.
Regardless of what those teachers said, somehow, I think everything’s going to be okay.
Have a nice day.