Hey, people, I have an IEP meeting in two days and I haven’t had my customary nervous breakdown.
Perhaps I’m actually prepared for this meeting? ‘Cause nary a freak out to be seen.
And why does my calm make me nervous? Why does it make me feel like I’m going to walk into the meeting and there’ll be not just an antagonistic lawyer from the school district, but also a Stimey-eating lion?
Cue suspenseful music.
I’ve created all my documents, combed through all Jack’s evaluations, made my lists of times when Jack ran away from recess and interrupted other classes. I’ve typed up all the reasons I think Jack needs what we’re asking for, along with direct quotes from teachers, aides, and documents to back me up.
I’m taking an honest-to-God expert with me to the meeting. And a
shark lawyer. (I can make these jokes because I’m married to one. A lawyer, not a shark.) Jack’s teachers and aides seem to agree with us. I feel good about the people on our side.
I have calls scheduled tomorrow with my people to coordinate our plan. I have a babysitter lined up for Quinn.
The school district is supposed to be on our side and looking out for Jack’s best interests—which everyone who knows him or works with him every day agrees means he needs a one-to-one aide.
So why do I feel so uneasy?