New Year, New….School?

Upon getting off work tonight, after working 14 straight hours, I was informed that Nichole’s school is closing its’ doors. Tomorrow. Just like that. No more ECOT. Yes, dear (few) followers. My kiddo was an ECOT student.

I went to her school portal, and found this letter:

Dear ECOT Family,

It is with great sadness that we inform you the ESC of Lake Erie West voted against our appeal at their board meeting tonight. We are very sorry that we were unable to maintain your education through the end of the school year. It was with our every intention that we would continue to provide students a quality education, as we have strived for each year since we began.

The decision has been made to close operations at the end of the day tomorrow. We will be sending each family a letter indicating the address and the name of the school district office where records will be delivered.

As long as we are able to staff people for the phones we will accept phone calls for file transfers other than to the local district. We will be able to send electronic files to the school of your choosing as long as it is permitted by the sponsor.

We will complete all semester one grading and issue earned credits and diplomas over the next few weeks. Diplomas are scheduled to be mailed to the address on file after the transcript has been certified by a counselor.

We are so thankful to each of you for choosing ECOT as your family. We have been inspired by the stories that each of you have shared. Our hope is that each of you are stronger, braver, and smarter than when you logged in your first day. We believe in each of you and believe you have the tools to be successful as you continue your educational journey.

Sincerely,

(Name Excluded by me)

 

Well, this sucks. I’ve had two children graduate from ECOT. Well, ok, I had one child graduate, and one “graduated” with an unfulfilled promise to finish his credits at summer school…and well, that didn’t happen.

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Regardless, now my youngest daughter and I must hurry up and find a new online school. I flat refuse to re-enroll her into public school. Maybe I’m sheltering her too much, but she’s in no condition to attend public school. I refuse to subject her to bullying again. I refuse to subject her to the threats of destructive little assholes that think they need to bring guns or knives or other weapons to school. I refuse to subject her to perverted little punks that may want to take advantage of her innocent soul. Nope.

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Robert ~ Senior Pictures and Graduation

Today was the day. My son graduated from high school! He’s pulled himself up from rock bottom, after a very rocky end of this junior year, and an even rockier start to his senior year. He pushed himself as much as possible to at least pass, while having a job. That’s all I can ask of him….to pass, to graduate, to get that diploma. And he’s done it. I’m so proud. I only teared up a couple of times watching him graduate.

Below, I enclose his senior pictures (which I just got this morning) and pictures from his graduation. Smile with me. Enjoy your day with me.

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Darcie ~ High School Graduation

Tomorrow, I get to watch another of my children graduate high school. I keep reflecting on the first one though. Darcie graduated high school from ECOT in 2013. I remember that day so well. It was a beautiful day, warm with a cool breeze. I had never been to the Jerome Schottenstein Center at OSU in Columbus before, so I was just blown away by 1004018_10151416740565925_1493819304_nhow huge the place was!  If I remember correctly, there were a couple thousand graduates that walked with Darcie that day. I don’t remember, as I really only heard one name: Darcie Renae Stewart.

Next to me in the audience was my husband at the time, Eric, my ex-husband, Rob, and Cassie. We all sat on the edge of our seats waiting patiently as they went through all the names of all of the graduates. Each graduate walked across that stage and received their diploma with so much happiness and pride that the stage practically blinded the audience. Such a happy, happy day!

I’m so excited to do it all over again tomorrow, with my son.