Armani did not attend the first day our class met. (The school is on a block schedule, so each class meets every other day.) On the second day, I was surprised to find the kiddo in a wheelchair.
I only had the kinds of desks where the chair part is attached to a desk part. (See the picture above.) There was no way Armani could get into a desk. He had a brace attached to one leg, so this was a temporary predicament. I asked him how long he'd be in the wheelchair, and he said a couple months.
We made do that day. But for the long haul, this wasn't going to work.
One of the school administrators sent out an email about finding desks to accommodate wheelchairs. She was asking if anyone had one. I sent her a separate email mentioning Armani and that I'd need a desk if she found enough.
The very next day I found a new desk waiting for me in the classroom. Woo-hoo!
I found the perfect spot for it.
In discussion with the new teacher next door, I found out that she was also in need of a wheelchair desk for a student who won't be getting out of his wheelchair. I told her who I contacted, and she contacted her as well. But to no avail.
The next day that Armani was in class, he was still in the wheelchair, but his brace was gone. He got into the room, and then he stood up out of his wheelchair and sat at one of the student desks. Uh...
Armani is mending. And so now he can put some weight on the leg, but I imagine he'll be using the wheelchair for a bit longer.
But, now I had a wheelchair desk that I absolutely did not need. I gave it to the teacher next door. (Naturally.)
The next time the class met, Armani got into his seat again. We did not miss the wheelchair desk.
So, how did the desk work in the other class? Ms. C told me that the desk just mysteriously disappeared from her room right before the class where it was needed.
Deep sigh. Seriously?
The joys of the public schools.
