Today brought something I'd been hearing about for the past 2 years: James' Transitional IEP as we start planning in earnest for Kindergarten this coming Fall. Compared to some other things we'd been through, it was mild and not the big verklempt moment that I'd been expecting. I am assuming now that will start hitting me mid-April, as we begin to prepare for James to leave his loving little preschool environment and head out into the larger waters of KinderOcean.
It helps that the meeting was held at the school my daughter currently attends, and that it looks as though services will be maintained in a full-inclusion environment. Although nothing can be finalized until all forms are completed, signed, and triplicated with blood offerings. Made that last part up -- I think.
What a difference between then
and now
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It's a little barfbag. While in special ed, you may not have any friends that isn't the worst part. It's the teachers' blaming everything on you. Then society carries it through. My family also blames me for all their ills and has forever. I think we should have sent me off to "experimentation."
I, personally, am responsible for the collapse of civiliation. Oh, they're not getting away this time.
At the beginning of Kali yuga, I noticed some axioms about the human condition.
Work. Laughs. You're the janitor. (not you.) I'll touch a mop when Hell freezes over. Never will I be shamed again. I'm not going to justify. I'll justify ripping someone's head off. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1xDLaumIjg You can't make me. You can kill me, but I'll just die and laugh.
I want to bank off my talents and skills after I've been "dumbed down." Why doesn't anyone want to be my friend?
A well written share, I just given this onto a friend who was doing a little analysis on this. And he in fact bought me lunch because I found it for him