If you have a child with any degree of learning disability you most likely are familiar with the IEP. An IEP is an individualized education plan. It sets forth educational goals for the child. It also outlines the services that the school will provide (speech, occupational, physical therapies, etc.). Once each year we sit down with the school and–line by line–we write the IEP. The therapists who provide services to the student are on hand to offer status updates and suggest goals for the upcoming year.
Every IEP meeting that I’ve ever been to starts out with helpful and encouraging updates as to Cassidy’s progress. By the end of that second hour, though, things start to drone on. And on. And on.
The same could certainly be said for yesterday’s IEP. Until, that is, one of the staff members brought up a concern that needed addressing.
You remember that little flatulence issue that Cassidy‘s family suffers through?
The staff is all too familiar.
In the midst of the IEP we spent a good twenty minutes discussing possible solutions.
The discussion resulted in near hysterical laughter at one point as we explored the ramifications of Cassidy’s tummy turbulence.
For the most part, everyone refrained from labeling the issue at all, referring to it as a “stomach problem” or the expelling of air.
And then there was Jeff.
Who, not once, but TWICE said the “F” word during the discussion.
And yes, by the “F” word I’m referring to the four letter one.
The one that rhymes with heart.
Because if anyone is klassy, it is most certainly him.
As if his showing up thirty minutes late for the meeting wasn’t bad enough.
You know what else he was doing throughout the meeting?
Leaning his child-size chair back onto the two back legs. An action that he gets onto the kids for doing at home.
By the end of that meeting something tells me that the staff learned a lot about where Cassidy’s behavior issues stem from.
I’m just sayin’.
LOL! Kids are sponges and when we don’t think they’re looking, they are. Kids do mimic what they see. Hmmm. Perhaps Jeff could use some etiquette lessons.
Oh, that is hilarious..not Cassidy’s problem or the IEP, but that Jeff couldn’t seem to act his age! Guess you don’t have to question where she’s learning it anymore!
Matt does that in the little chairs, too when we go to parent/teacher conferences!
funny post!
I am dying! That’s definitely a meeting that I would’ve walked out of and said, “Well, after meeting him… it ALL MAKES SENSE.” Also, I probably would’ve struggled to not laugh at the flatulence discussion, proving that I’m also an 8 year old.
That is so funny!
As one who does not use that particular F-word. I still giggle when others use it with no shame! Way to go Jeff!
Ah, the F-word. So uncouth!! We have serious belching problems in our household. So much so that my almost five-year-old thinks belching in church is a-okay. Good times…
LOL! Well at least they know who to blame, and it’s not you!
That was hilarious! Whenever my special needs nine year old lets one rip, he chuckes and says, “Oops, my body burped!”
And I hear ya on the IEP front, sista! We moved from California to New Mexico last summer. I had all my ducks in a row a few weeks before the school year started, yet the school “forgot” that he needed to be spec ed for a couple of weeks. Lost the three foot high pile of paperwork I gave them… We are JUST NOW getting the results from his beginning of the year evaluations. Yes, it is the last quarter of school. He has been in spec ed/regular class about 70/30 % of his day, and fortunately has the same se teacher next year. Hopefully everybody will be with the program by then. Just another year in the land of manana!
Well I hope I do not have the same problem on Monday. Though with Jim there that is always a possibility.
I have to say it is nice you work with your district. They usually tell us and we approve or not.
Haha this cracks me up! :-) My best friend is a special ed teacher and my hubby is a high school teacher, so I know all about IEPs even though I dont have a special needs kiddo of my own — anyways, great post – having a husband is just like having another kid sometimes!
If I wasn’t chewing on my knees the entire meeting, I might have shown a bit more restraint! :-)
Was the turtle there?
Jeff, please keep all 4’s on the floor or you will have to sit on the floor. Thankyouverymuch!
Oh, I love it! That is hilarious. I think I would have turned 30 shades of red if The Man said the F word. I think I would rather he use the other F word before he said the F word you’re talking about. Ha ha!
So did you figure out how to correct the stomach problem?
I’ll be heading to my own IEP meeting in a week…