After days of phone calls, and a lot of discussion and deliberation, That Guy and I have made a decision about The Boy's education.
We have decided not to sign the paperwork placing him in the special education program, and to send him to a "normal" kindergarten class instead.
There were several reasons for this, and we've already received negative reactions to it. The principal from school T has asked "why are you denying him the help he needs" The special education teacher has said "The Boy is already behind, you're doing him a disservice" The front desk clerk at school T gave me a withering look, as if I was the worst parent she has ever dealt with.
We are confident in our decision though.
1st- school T was basing his "need" for placement on his "out of state IEP". The IEP that was done when we were in England. When he was 3. And not speaking. Well, sure- if he was still on that level 2 years later I would understand his need to be in a special program. But he's not. His only speech problem is phoenetic now. He speaks. Not always clearly, but he speaks.
2nd- when the evaluation was done at school H- they said that most of The Boy's problems were that he didn't know some of the pre-school basics. He didn't know the alphabet and couldn't count past 5, for example. In the month since that evaluation we've worked with The Boy. Not only does he know the alphabet now- he's also started writing words. He's counting to twenty, and doing basic addition and subtraction (and even started learning fractions when he helps me cook!) We are convinced that, whatever he needs to learn, he will learn. He has more than demonstrated that he is capable of learning.
3rd- I don't think his learning disability is an actual disability. I think he has a different learning style. The Boy has a hard time with memorization, but he does exceedingly well with visual prompts. If you ask The Boy to recite the alphabet- he can't do it without stumbling. But he knows all letters on sight. He can't add and subtract in his head, but if you show him things written out on paper he can give the right answer. He's a visual learner. I don't see that as a disability. That Guy and I are also visual learners. It didn't hinder us in school and it hasn't harmed us in life. I don't see how we are doing The Boy a disservice here.
And 4th- I've seen how The Boy does in "mainstream" classes, and seen how he does is "special" classes. When he was in speech classes the teachers tended to teach to the lower abilities in the class. Which makes sense, and I am not criticizing that in any way. When he was in the daycare- his teacher planned her lessons based on what the majority was capable of. Sometimes The Boy struggled a bit- and sometimes he excelled. But when he struggled, it motivated him. The Boy doesn't like not knowing how to do something, and when he sees other children doing something he doesn't know how to do yet, he tries and tries until he masters that skill.
Right now, the only disservice I see happening is that the school district here is over-crowded, under-staffed and under-funded. As a result, the children are on a track system, and the kindergarten is divided into morning and afternoon sessions. The Boy will only be going to school for 2 1/2 hours a day for the six weeks we have left in Nevada. When we move back to MS, he will be attending a nine-month school with a full day program. If he is behind the other children, it will not be because we didn't consent to special education, but because he is starting school later in the year than his MS peers, and attending for a significantly shorter time each day.
So, we've made our decision and we're sticking with it. The Boy will attend the school we origionally registered him with- and I will continue our homeschooling as well. If that makes me a bad mom- so be it.
Monday, 18 August 2008
Friday, 15 August 2008
"If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there worrying."
It's 11:30 at night. And I am sipping on a cup of coffee. I should be going to bed, instead of searching the internet. I just can't sleep.
I'm worried. Actually, that's a bit of an understatement. I am out of my mind with worry. I feel like I am drowning in a sea of stress, frantically searching for some distant island of hope- and feeling like I am going to go under at any moment. How's that for being melodramatic?
And I realize that most people do not want to read about another person's problems. It's depressing. It's no fun. But if you can't rant and rave on a personal blog- where can you? So here goes.
Lately, I've started to feel a little more in control with The Boy and his school. He's been doing exceptionally well with our little "homeschooling" In the past month, he's gone from being able to only identify the letters in his name and count to 5- to being able to identify and write the entire alphabet, and count to 15. He's begun to grasp that letters form words and has learned to write a few words on his own. His name, his sisters, Mommy, Daddy, Nana, Papa, Pop (his grandparents) as well as Spiderman. :-) He's gained an understanding of basic math concepts. Simple addition and subtraction, and even a little knowledge of fractions.
So here I am, thinking everything is going to be ok. And thinking school is settled. After all, we've registered him. I've received 4 letters from school H. welcoming him to the 2008-2009 school year, telling us which track he is on, who his teacher will be and when orientation is.
And then yesterday I get a letter from school T. Telling me that he is scheduled to go there and I need to hurry up and get him registered. I'm a bit confused so I call both school T and school H. And both schools have him listed as a student. I call the school district and the board of special education. And no one has any answers. No one can explain to me why he is supposedly scheduled to attend two seperate schools.
Two days on the phone and I finally get the beginnings of an answer.
Back in July we did The Boy's IEP evaluation and eligibility meeting at school H. And I was told that, while he is behind- he would benefit from a mainstreamed education and would attend school at school H. They said the IEP wasn't finalized yet, but would be soon and I would be contacted. So I waited. I never heard anything else about the IEP- but the letters from school H began to arrive so I assumed it was settled.
Apprently though, school H sent the eligibility to the depertment in charge of special education- and they determined that The Boy's needs could not be met in a mainstream school- and instead of decided that the best course is school T. Which is set up just for special needs kindergarten students.
But no one told me. Not one letter. Not one phone call. Just a letter in the mail yesterday telling me I am eligible for transportation services and reminding me to turn in the registration asap. Nevermind that I had NO IDEA that this was his new school. And I've never talked to anyone from this school.
I made some very angry phone calls to school T yesterday, after school H assured me it was a mistake. I even told them to take him off their student list. And now I have to straighten that out on Monday and hope it's not too late to get his spot back. Because school H called me back today and said "oops, our mistake- he IS supposed to go to school T"
So now, here I am . Nearly midnight and I am drinking coffee and searching the internet. Because this changes everything. Literally- everything.
An IEP that says my son has to go to a special needs school changes all our plans for moving home. He is now no longer eligible for the public school system, because they public schools are not set up to meet those needs.
This changes plans for where we are going to live. Because we now have to find a way to budget for private school tuition. Which means all the houses we were looking at in nice, safe neighborhoods are out the window. We now have to start searching for houses in lower-income parts of town. That, or beg our parents for money to cover tuition.
This changes plans for where we are going to work. That Guy had some tentative plans for cross training. But now he is looking at going to a 29 week tech school in Texas (we're moving to MS) because it will provide him better financial opportunities on the outside. And I hate that it's coming down to that. Either scrape by and rely on handouts from family- or split up our family for 7 months. I don't know how the kids are going to handle not seeing their dad for so long. I don't know how our relationship, which is already struggling, is going to survive a seperation that long. But I don't know how we can do anything else.
I just don't know about anything anymore. I don't see how these decisions can be made without consulting me. How they can just decide that my son isn't going to thrive in school and assign him to a special needs school without informing me at all.
Does anyone have a magic wand? Please? I need one. That, or a giant magic 8 ball with the answers to all of lifes questions.
I guess I have to settle with another cup of coffee though.
I'm worried. Actually, that's a bit of an understatement. I am out of my mind with worry. I feel like I am drowning in a sea of stress, frantically searching for some distant island of hope- and feeling like I am going to go under at any moment. How's that for being melodramatic?
And I realize that most people do not want to read about another person's problems. It's depressing. It's no fun. But if you can't rant and rave on a personal blog- where can you? So here goes.
Lately, I've started to feel a little more in control with The Boy and his school. He's been doing exceptionally well with our little "homeschooling" In the past month, he's gone from being able to only identify the letters in his name and count to 5- to being able to identify and write the entire alphabet, and count to 15. He's begun to grasp that letters form words and has learned to write a few words on his own. His name, his sisters, Mommy, Daddy, Nana, Papa, Pop (his grandparents) as well as Spiderman. :-) He's gained an understanding of basic math concepts. Simple addition and subtraction, and even a little knowledge of fractions.
So here I am, thinking everything is going to be ok. And thinking school is settled. After all, we've registered him. I've received 4 letters from school H. welcoming him to the 2008-2009 school year, telling us which track he is on, who his teacher will be and when orientation is.
And then yesterday I get a letter from school T. Telling me that he is scheduled to go there and I need to hurry up and get him registered. I'm a bit confused so I call both school T and school H. And both schools have him listed as a student. I call the school district and the board of special education. And no one has any answers. No one can explain to me why he is supposedly scheduled to attend two seperate schools.
Two days on the phone and I finally get the beginnings of an answer.
Back in July we did The Boy's IEP evaluation and eligibility meeting at school H. And I was told that, while he is behind- he would benefit from a mainstreamed education and would attend school at school H. They said the IEP wasn't finalized yet, but would be soon and I would be contacted. So I waited. I never heard anything else about the IEP- but the letters from school H began to arrive so I assumed it was settled.
Apprently though, school H sent the eligibility to the depertment in charge of special education- and they determined that The Boy's needs could not be met in a mainstream school- and instead of decided that the best course is school T. Which is set up just for special needs kindergarten students.
But no one told me. Not one letter. Not one phone call. Just a letter in the mail yesterday telling me I am eligible for transportation services and reminding me to turn in the registration asap. Nevermind that I had NO IDEA that this was his new school. And I've never talked to anyone from this school.
I made some very angry phone calls to school T yesterday, after school H assured me it was a mistake. I even told them to take him off their student list. And now I have to straighten that out on Monday and hope it's not too late to get his spot back. Because school H called me back today and said "oops, our mistake- he IS supposed to go to school T"
So now, here I am . Nearly midnight and I am drinking coffee and searching the internet. Because this changes everything. Literally- everything.
An IEP that says my son has to go to a special needs school changes all our plans for moving home. He is now no longer eligible for the public school system, because they public schools are not set up to meet those needs.
This changes plans for where we are going to live. Because we now have to find a way to budget for private school tuition. Which means all the houses we were looking at in nice, safe neighborhoods are out the window. We now have to start searching for houses in lower-income parts of town. That, or beg our parents for money to cover tuition.
This changes plans for where we are going to work. That Guy had some tentative plans for cross training. But now he is looking at going to a 29 week tech school in Texas (we're moving to MS) because it will provide him better financial opportunities on the outside. And I hate that it's coming down to that. Either scrape by and rely on handouts from family- or split up our family for 7 months. I don't know how the kids are going to handle not seeing their dad for so long. I don't know how our relationship, which is already struggling, is going to survive a seperation that long. But I don't know how we can do anything else.
I just don't know about anything anymore. I don't see how these decisions can be made without consulting me. How they can just decide that my son isn't going to thrive in school and assign him to a special needs school without informing me at all.
Does anyone have a magic wand? Please? I need one. That, or a giant magic 8 ball with the answers to all of lifes questions.
I guess I have to settle with another cup of coffee though.
Monday, 11 August 2008
Advertising may be described as the science of arresting the human intelligence long enough to get money from it.
I hate commercials. Really, really hate them. I understand that they serve a purpose- and I don't blame companies for wanting to advertise their products- it's good business sense, after all. But I still hate them.
We didn't have commercials while we lived in England. We only had AFN- and the "commercials" on those channels were put out by the Air Force. Notices, reminders, etc... but no product pushing. I didn't realize what a blessing that was until we came back to the states.
The reason I really hate them right now, is because my children (The Boy, in particular) are old enough to be captivated by them. Especially infomercials.
The Boy is convinced that we absolutely HAVE TO HAVE aqua-globes. He is fascinated by the concept- and tells me with amazement that they will keep our plants green! Nevermind that we don't have any plants. I do not have a green thumb. I have never had the desire to have house plants. This doesn't stop The Boy from watching that infomercial wide-eyed and then tell me "We need to get that"
When we go to the grocery store- he wants poptarts. He wants cereal straws. He wants gushers, and fruit roll-ups, and whatever drink that is currently advertised with the annoying "respect the pouch" campaign.
These are food items that I have NEVER bought for our family. And I have no intention of starting. Right now The Boy accepts "that's not on our list" as reason enough- and doesn't complain. But the fact that he knows about these products annoys me. That he feels he needs these products annoys me.
We're getting rid of our cable soon- and I can't wait. We have quite a collection of movies and television shows on DVD. So we won't be bored. But we will get to enjoy our television minus advertisments.
Heaven.
We didn't have commercials while we lived in England. We only had AFN- and the "commercials" on those channels were put out by the Air Force. Notices, reminders, etc... but no product pushing. I didn't realize what a blessing that was until we came back to the states.
The reason I really hate them right now, is because my children (The Boy, in particular) are old enough to be captivated by them. Especially infomercials.
The Boy is convinced that we absolutely HAVE TO HAVE aqua-globes. He is fascinated by the concept- and tells me with amazement that they will keep our plants green! Nevermind that we don't have any plants. I do not have a green thumb. I have never had the desire to have house plants. This doesn't stop The Boy from watching that infomercial wide-eyed and then tell me "We need to get that"
When we go to the grocery store- he wants poptarts. He wants cereal straws. He wants gushers, and fruit roll-ups, and whatever drink that is currently advertised with the annoying "respect the pouch" campaign.
These are food items that I have NEVER bought for our family. And I have no intention of starting. Right now The Boy accepts "that's not on our list" as reason enough- and doesn't complain. But the fact that he knows about these products annoys me. That he feels he needs these products annoys me.
We're getting rid of our cable soon- and I can't wait. We have quite a collection of movies and television shows on DVD. So we won't be bored. But we will get to enjoy our television minus advertisments.
Heaven.
Sunday, 10 August 2008
"Stubborness does have it's helpful features. You always know what you're going to be thinking tomorrow."
Sometimes I am afraid that I am too stubborn for my own good.
I keep trying to find the motivation to pick up my school books again and study- but I just can't seem to care.
I should be working on my paralegal degree. I just don't want to.
When I was 8 years old, I decided that I wanted to be a lawyer. This didn't change until I was 18, pregnant, and in the middle of dropping out of college. After my son was born, I did want to go back to school, but I felt that I had to be realistic. a 4 year degree, and then law school began to feel out of reach. I didn't know how we would be able to afford it.
So I switched my focus to paralegal studies- and I began my courses almost 2 years ago. Two years working on an associates degree- and I am not even finished with my second semester.
The problem is- I don't want to be a paralegal. I never did. But it just seemed like a realistic step-down from my goal. And now I've paid for two semesters- so I don't want to feel like I have wasted that money. I just can't make myself study- so either way I've wasted our money.
Lately I've been thinking of alternate career options, and I've had an idea that I am excited about. But I'm nervous to pursue it. What if I change my mind again? Why is it that, at 24 years old, I still don't know what I want to be when I "grow up".
The past few months, I've given a lot of thought to pursuing certification as a personal trainer. After all, getting healthier has been a steady focus of my life for almost 2 years now. I've learned a lot, and why shouldn't I do something with that? I've mentioned it to That Guy, and he's being supportive, to a certain degree. He tells me that it would be a great idea- a job I can have while I finish school. "While I finish".
That Guy just assumes that I will continue on the path I origionally chose. My family and friends all assume the same. Hell, so do I. It's hard to change your focus- especially when it's something that's been the focus for 2/3 of your life.
Just not sure what to do right now.
I keep trying to find the motivation to pick up my school books again and study- but I just can't seem to care.
I should be working on my paralegal degree. I just don't want to.
When I was 8 years old, I decided that I wanted to be a lawyer. This didn't change until I was 18, pregnant, and in the middle of dropping out of college. After my son was born, I did want to go back to school, but I felt that I had to be realistic. a 4 year degree, and then law school began to feel out of reach. I didn't know how we would be able to afford it.
So I switched my focus to paralegal studies- and I began my courses almost 2 years ago. Two years working on an associates degree- and I am not even finished with my second semester.
The problem is- I don't want to be a paralegal. I never did. But it just seemed like a realistic step-down from my goal. And now I've paid for two semesters- so I don't want to feel like I have wasted that money. I just can't make myself study- so either way I've wasted our money.
Lately I've been thinking of alternate career options, and I've had an idea that I am excited about. But I'm nervous to pursue it. What if I change my mind again? Why is it that, at 24 years old, I still don't know what I want to be when I "grow up".
The past few months, I've given a lot of thought to pursuing certification as a personal trainer. After all, getting healthier has been a steady focus of my life for almost 2 years now. I've learned a lot, and why shouldn't I do something with that? I've mentioned it to That Guy, and he's being supportive, to a certain degree. He tells me that it would be a great idea- a job I can have while I finish school. "While I finish".
That Guy just assumes that I will continue on the path I origionally chose. My family and friends all assume the same. Hell, so do I. It's hard to change your focus- especially when it's something that's been the focus for 2/3 of your life.
Just not sure what to do right now.
Friday, 8 August 2008
"Action expresses priorites"
There are times when I really wonder if my husband and I are ever on the same page. We have conversations all the time about what our goals are, what our priorites are- and verbally, we seem to be in agreement. We both say that our two biggest priorities right now are saving money and being healthier.
But then there are our actions, which seem to be going in two different directions.
I'm not claiming to be perfect- but I do believe that I am making our priorites the focus of my actions. Not 100% on target all the time- but I am working towards that. My husband, on the other hand...well... I just don't see him doing what he is saying.
Take savings, for example. We aren't struggling to make ends meet- but we want to focus on savings because in October we will be losing all our handy little military benefits. Which means no more free medical. No more housing allowance. Buying a house on our own dime. Scary thought. So we both think about cutting things out.
Our cell-phone plan was cheaper than a home phone- so we decided not to get one. We actually cut out internet altogether (yay for wireless mooching, lol!) and our cable is going away soon too. We just don't need those things, and can't justify paying for them.
But That Guy still nitpicks over expenses. He asks a million questions when I buy new clothes for the kids- even though they are growing like weeds, need those clothes, and I shop sales racks. He gripes about the grocery bill- even though I have managed to cut our grocery bill from around $100 a week to under $200 for the entire freaking month. He complains about household bills- even though I do everything I can to save energy, including using daylight instead of turning on lights in the house, keeping the thermostat at 80* instead of running the air, and washing dishes by hand instead of running the dishwasher every day.
And it's not that I find these concerns of his to be unreasonable, under normal circumstances. But these complaints are coming from a man who asked for a $200 amplifier for his birthday, who decided to buy a new laptop this week, and is currently shopping for another guitar (when he has three already)
What the hell? Where are the priorities? He wants me to cut back on food for the family and clothes for the kids- but new guitars and amplifiers are ok?? Ugh!!!
And then there's being healthier. We both say we want to set a good example for the kids. We both say we want to lose weight. We both say we want to cut back on junk food. And I try. Yes, I mess up. A lot. But I do try.
That Guy does go to the gym three times a week for PT. And if I cook something healthy, he eats it. But that's the extent of it. He asked for Wii Fit for Father's Day- and has used it a grand total of 3 times since then. When I ask him to go for walks or bike rides with the kids and I, he always has an excuse why he can't/shouldn't go. He comes home from work almost every single night with a soda and some form of junk food.
Now, I understand that you can't force someone to be healthier. If he isn't ready to take those steps- fine. But why the hell does he say he wants to lose weight if he isn't willing to put any effort into it? I just don't get it.
So I know I kind of complained about That Guy a lot here. It's just been on my mind lately. We've had a couple of semi-arguments lately. I wouldn't say they were full on arguments- since they tend to be one-sided. That Guy makes a snide/rude/obnoxious remark, and I roll my eyes and leave the room. Stimulating conversation right there.
I just wish we could truly be on the same page. I don't know if we will be anytime soon. Sure would be nice though.
But then there are our actions, which seem to be going in two different directions.
I'm not claiming to be perfect- but I do believe that I am making our priorites the focus of my actions. Not 100% on target all the time- but I am working towards that. My husband, on the other hand...well... I just don't see him doing what he is saying.
Take savings, for example. We aren't struggling to make ends meet- but we want to focus on savings because in October we will be losing all our handy little military benefits. Which means no more free medical. No more housing allowance. Buying a house on our own dime. Scary thought. So we both think about cutting things out.
Our cell-phone plan was cheaper than a home phone- so we decided not to get one. We actually cut out internet altogether (yay for wireless mooching, lol!) and our cable is going away soon too. We just don't need those things, and can't justify paying for them.
But That Guy still nitpicks over expenses. He asks a million questions when I buy new clothes for the kids- even though they are growing like weeds, need those clothes, and I shop sales racks. He gripes about the grocery bill- even though I have managed to cut our grocery bill from around $100 a week to under $200 for the entire freaking month. He complains about household bills- even though I do everything I can to save energy, including using daylight instead of turning on lights in the house, keeping the thermostat at 80* instead of running the air, and washing dishes by hand instead of running the dishwasher every day.
And it's not that I find these concerns of his to be unreasonable, under normal circumstances. But these complaints are coming from a man who asked for a $200 amplifier for his birthday, who decided to buy a new laptop this week, and is currently shopping for another guitar (when he has three already)
What the hell? Where are the priorities? He wants me to cut back on food for the family and clothes for the kids- but new guitars and amplifiers are ok?? Ugh!!!
And then there's being healthier. We both say we want to set a good example for the kids. We both say we want to lose weight. We both say we want to cut back on junk food. And I try. Yes, I mess up. A lot. But I do try.
That Guy does go to the gym three times a week for PT. And if I cook something healthy, he eats it. But that's the extent of it. He asked for Wii Fit for Father's Day- and has used it a grand total of 3 times since then. When I ask him to go for walks or bike rides with the kids and I, he always has an excuse why he can't/shouldn't go. He comes home from work almost every single night with a soda and some form of junk food.
Now, I understand that you can't force someone to be healthier. If he isn't ready to take those steps- fine. But why the hell does he say he wants to lose weight if he isn't willing to put any effort into it? I just don't get it.
So I know I kind of complained about That Guy a lot here. It's just been on my mind lately. We've had a couple of semi-arguments lately. I wouldn't say they were full on arguments- since they tend to be one-sided. That Guy makes a snide/rude/obnoxious remark, and I roll my eyes and leave the room. Stimulating conversation right there.
I just wish we could truly be on the same page. I don't know if we will be anytime soon. Sure would be nice though.
Wednesday, 6 August 2008
"I would teach her to love life. I could do that."
My title quote is from Maya Angelou- and is actually much longer. I didn't have room to put it all in the title, but I loved it and wanted to post the whole thing. And since it's my blog- who's gonna stop me?"I have so much I can teach
her and pull out of her. I
would say you might
encounter defeat but you
must never be defeated. I
would teach her to love a
lot. Laugh at the
silliest things and be very
serious. I would teach her
to love life. I could do that."
It might be obvious by now- but today I want to write about my daughter. This amazing little person who is a part of my life, and whom I do not always appreciate.
I'm not a perfect mother. I never claimed to be. And patience is not one of my virtues. I find myself quite often aggrivated, frustrated, and otherwise at wits end with The Girl.
Potty training battles with her baffle me and leave me dumbfounded. Here is a child who stays dry all night- who doesn't have a single accident when out and about running errands- but somehow cannot seem to remember to use the toilet when she's awake at home!
Her pure stubborness, once an endearing personality trait- has me wanting to pull my hair out by the roots. And don't even get me started on her complete and utter joy in being destructive!
So, it's time for me to step back, and start to think on the more postive aspects of being a mother to The Girl. And there are many. I might have to seek them out amid tantrums and back-talk, but they're there.
I love that The Girl is so confident in herself. She accepts no limitations- in her mind she can be and do anything. Yes, this can lead to a battle of wills, but overall I see this as a positve trait. My daughter will be a princess, a doctor, a knight in shining armour, a singer, a cook, and a scientist- all in one day. She doesn't accept that there are "boy" things and "girl" things to do- if she wants to do something, or play with something, she will. She plays with baby dolls and action figures at the same time. Whatever she wants to be or do- she is or does. This is a wonderful thing.
I am inspired by The Girl's passion for learning. She asks a million questions, and shares what she knows in a non-stop stream of chatter. I'll admit that I've sometimes wished her steady stream of dialogue came with a mute button- but I am in awe by what she knows- and what she wants to know. The Girls makes observations on the things she sees- and even when she's "wrong", I am impressed by how her mind works. For example- she calls palm trees "pineapple trees". And it makes sense. She knows what a pineapple looks like. She knows that many of the foods we eat grow on trees. So why wouldn't a tree that looks like a pineapple be the source of that fruit? And if she doesn't know something- she asks. All day, every day- what is this? where does it come from? how does it work? can I make that? how do you do that? I want to try. This is a wonderful thing.
I love that The Girl is The Girl. She's sweet and loving, moody and cranky, silly and serious. She makes up songs to sing and games to play. My favorite game at the moment is "the hugging game" It's very simple to play- but fun anyway. The Girl will come to me and say "I'm playing the hugging game" and give me the tightest hug she can. Then she'll say "Now I have to give the hugs to Daddy/The Boy/The Puppy" She circles the room hugging everyone until something else distracts her and she moves on. She has so much fun just being herself- she likes to play, she likes to laugh, she likes to sing, she likes to be a goofy, wild, loveable three-year-old! This is a wonderful thing.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
.jpg)