So the Diva had her IEP meeting yesterday. That’s not true: it was part 2 of her IEP meeting.
It was deeply troubling. Most of her school team, except the assistive technology person and her school OT, and including her classroom teacher, PT, principal, school resource teacher, and SPL, in all the ways to say it, that Diva is too disabled to learn anything actually academic.
That if they deigned to allow her access into a third grade classroom at all, even for our request for forty-five minutes a day, were we actually expecting her to learn? That, while the other third graders were doing their research projects, what would she be doing in her corner? That, in 3rd grade music, they learn composers and music theory and the scales; if she were there, she’d be too much of a disruption and they’d hear too many complaints from other parents.
Let’s ignore that Diva knows her scales and likes to hear us read science books to her brother. That she sat through Friday night services and their modified one for Sunday School. Let’s also ignore that this is all her legal right.
Her team that is in charge of educating her believes, fundamentally, that she is too [R-word, because I tried typing it but nope] to learn anything. That the best and most she is capable of is a nursery school education – adapted, of course, because does she really understand the color yellow? – for all of her elementary school career.
[flips table, flips off staff, lights table on fire]
We don’t even know what to do about this crock of bullshit.