There will be no language exercises with D tonight, the guys are on their own for dinner, and not a lot of conversation with Rickey on my part.
There will be a glass of wine, tears, a lot of research, and a lot of preparation.
I am sad at the revelations of today.
I am appalled at all that transpired today.
To hear from my advocate that in order for Diego to successfully transition to kindergarten in a public school where the teacher to student ratio is much larger than he has now will require a special day class or a personal aide was not something that I was prepared for.
My heart fell into my stomach and the tears rolled down my cheeks.
During the course of my discussion with her, I realized that she was absolutely correct.
I am frustrated by my naivety at my idea of Diego being able to cope in a regular class with accommodations, just another symptom of denial in all of this.
I am thankful to God for sending me this advocate, not just because of the info above, but because the San Diego School DIstrict has proven to be more evil than I thought.
I had some words with Dracula today, not very pleasant ones. I knew that this was going to be a fight, but now I am aware of just how big of a fight this is going to be.
Dracula and her cohorts play dirty.
It shouldn’t be this hard to get my son the education he deserves.
The IEP meeting is tomorrow.
I will post the results…