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“It’s like a plan,” Linette laments, all dejected and disillusioned, when we first meet her in age eight and watch her climb on all the platforms at the playground. She laughs, and we all feel hope for her future. But soon things start to fall apart.
Her pediatrician tells us that her siblings, (who also have Down syndrome, so Linette is often referred to as Celeste), have gotten back on track academically after it turns out that they do, in fact, have “nociceptors”—the gnat-like bugs that babies commonly have in their noses. These “bugs” do nothing harmful, of course, and she calls them “popsicles” while she licks them, but they do produce a soupy, mucous substance.
It’s the same liquid that happens to sit inside the jar of hair gel in our bedroom. Then there are the twelve cups of coffee creamer that spill all over the kitchen counters and nearly start a fire. And until much later, our all-purpose container of the top Tums that goes into the orange juice on the leftovers once Linette and Celeste find these products stored in the same cupboard.
By ten, Linette’s daily routine is a mess. She’s all busy stuff, until someone approaches her in the middle of the day and asks if she would like some milk. Then she needs three glasses of orange juice to stave off the soda craving; then she takes a bite of chocolate chip cookies. The hours that follow are a blur of Elmer’s glue, glue sticks, hair glue, giant plastic buckets, and cut corners and no oversight—which means that she never puts on a baggy or a shirt to go to school when she arrives.
She has other parents who know the risks of taking her out of diapers if she’s hungry. Yet, she only wears them for the weekends. This is because, when she is hungry, she wishes to be held. Or she doesn’t eat anything, and then the anger erupts. That’s why, every Thursday, she comes home from school with an unopened bottle of “candy on the table” and a pair of boxing gloves hanging on the frame.
In the occasional episodes of anger, she screams in frustration. Last summer, she threw a big pot of coffee on her parents’ backs. When they ask what’s wrong, she responds that “everything else is still alright.” But she isn’t fine. She’s unhappy. She struggles to sit still. She sometimes yells or hits, and then she usually tries to make everyone better, too. This is the Lee Pickens version of the popular hot potato recipe: Linette gets a piece of toy and like a hungry child, she starts pouncing. She reaches for plates and toys. She pesters her parents with questions, threatens them with the coffee on their backs, and continues to yell. It may take a few tries to get Linette to calm down. If we do, she sometimes cries, but not enough to make them give up on her. Instead, she simply continues to pounce.
Whenever she’s angry, especially at me, she tries to get everyone to move, but we don’t. This is partly because she often doesn’t know what to do with herself.
Sometimes, if she’s really angry and has only one thing to do, she won’t even come to the potty. Instead, she will throw things around the room. She kicks, takes bites out of some of our hair, and knocks a few other things off the counter onto the floor, but that doesn’t satisfy her. Instead, she almost always screams. But usually when we say, “Okay, so now you can use the potty,” she really only responds by cleaning up. She isn’t going to take our attention away from using the potty to force us to change rooms for her. So, instead, she will just stare at the pile of laundry on the line, crying.
When she’s angry, she becomes a very cautious person. She takes a minute to realize that we are around. Even if she feels like we’re a big nuisance, she must instinctively keep herself out of harm’s way. Until she has fully processed her anger, she is afraid that she will let us down. To console her, we have to fix her house—and in the process, sometimes we do. I make the laundry basket bigger, or we change our places in the kitchen.