August 03, 2014

The Graduate: Do Not Pass Go, Do Not Collect Your Diploma

Back in June, The Boy graduated from high school. You can read about it here.

At least we thought he had graduated.

At his ceremony, he received a Certificate of Completion.

Big whoop.

We waited for our district high school (which coordinated his educational goals with his "alternate placement") to send his diploma so he and I could do all the tasks necessary to get him registered for classes at community college.


Finally, I called the school and they said his diploma was in the front office (they don't mail them). 

The Mister and The Boy made a mad dash to the school, eager to get their hands on the official paperwork.

Guess what? Another freaking Certificate of Completion, and a congratulatory form letter from our local State representative. 

What does this mean?

He graduated from nothing.

He is not eligible for financial aid (even though the FAFSA said he was eligible).

He cannot use the certificate for proof on a job application, nor would it satisfy a requirement if he were to join the military (which he is NOT going to do).

He could, in a pinch, use it to wipe his ass, though our regular toilet paper is softer.

At best, he can take remedial courses at community college and his status will remain as a provisional student.

He might as well have stayed home over the past four years - his classes meant nothing. Perhaps he should have completed a GED instead - then he'd be approved to go to college.

To say I am angry about this is an understatement.

To top it off, the college said his alternate school is not accredited, and counts the same as if he were home schooled.

They're wrong, BTW. The school has the same accreditation as other private schools in our area.

And his IEP did NOT specify a certificate program; he is due to receive a diploma. He has all the credits necessary to fulfill graduation requirements in Missouri.

So here we are, in the middle of this clusterfuck - and waiting for our school district to correct the mistakes they've made in his records.

He's still attending college orientation on Wednesday. I forked out a cool grand for his classes and books (since his Pell grant is not available to him). He'll take the remedial courses this semester, and we'll get this straightened out.

He's starting slowly (baby steps): one reading class, one writing class, and recreational swimming.

He's qualified for numerous accommodations to help him be successful, such as the use of a note taker, and the ability to take exams in a testing center. He'll have access to tutors when he finds himself starting to fall behind (which will probably happen).

He has had four years of reduced workload, so he'll need to build up his fortitude for the number of assignments and homework normally occurring in a semester of school.

Stay tuned for updates to this frustrating turn of events...


  1. What an awful chapter 2. Chapter 1 had me hooping and hollering out of joy. This most recent chapter has me hollering words that are quite colorful and completely INappropriate in certain settings. Okay, in MOST settings.

    You're a wonderful advocate for your son. I hope it gets straightened out quickly (for the sake of your blood pressure/stress level/sleeping habits/your desire to commit a felony--whichever is plaguing you) and the boy can begin classes without any concerns about THAT kind of stuff.

    I hope chapter 3 leaves me on the edge of a happier cliff...This cliff-hanger has me upset...

  2. Thanks for sharing my frustration.

    We'll see how long it takes the district to respond. I almost threw a clot on Friday when I found out they had all taken a day off (and the college staff was off, as well).

    This lifelong struggle regarding all things Boy is really old.

    Wait until I write about his experiences with Vocational Rehab - it's a laugh riot.


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