Aren’t we done with this yet?
I wrote my four-page letter to the principal almost two weeks ago, and haven’t heard a single word from her, nor from the band director. I haven’t heard a thing from anyone (except from LinkedIn, which notified me that the band director had viewed my profile, the same day that the principal received the letter… a coincidence? I think not!), and so I am beginning to believe they have stopped trying to get him to switch instruments/quit.
I still need to get him an actual tuba to practice, and I can’t believe the help you all have given me. It’s amazing, really, and makes me realize that the internet can be a very good place. College band directors and nonprofits have been contacted by us, as well as on our behalf, and one of my readers here referred to tuba players as a “brotherhood,” and he said they take care of their own. This brought me to tears (good ones!) because that is something I hoped for when The Boy began school band. I saw it as a place he could belong, and meet neurotypical kids who were a little more likely to be accepting of him.
It also reminded me of when I was in the college marching band, in the piccolo section, and we traveled to Las Vegas for a bowl game. The stadium continued to sell beer past halftime, and by the end of the game, the opposing team’s fans were incoherent, and several young men were actually threatening us, the piccolo section of the band! The tuba section, all big, beefy boys left their seats to stand in the aisle between us and our bullies with their arms crossed. It was a very brave and gallant gesture.
You helpers and supporters are lifting this boy up, in the face of someone who wants him out.
I feel very thankful. We should have a tuba in the next week or two, and then I will ask to visit class to videotape so we can work on some modeling for The Boy, and help him to participate, which should have been the focus of all of our discussions from the beginning. Keep sending us your positive thoughts, as now The Boy will need to get caught up!