As of this past Tuesday at around 2 p.m., I am a free woman.
My son graduated high school on Monday. He made it through a long boring ceremony without excessive fidgeting, survived an overnight graduation activity with his classmates that was both overstimulating and boring, and picked up his diploma from the school office the next afternoon. That marked the ending of everything I could think of to worry about, anything that would require a last-minute frenzy of advocacy. He's officially done with special education, and so, gloriously, am I. Certainly there will be times in his college career when I'll miss that help -- miss, at least, the knowledge that people in charge of his education are legally obligated to talk to me. But for the moment ... woo hoo, people, no more IEP meetings! Excuse me while I do a little dance.
Are you celebrating anything this start-of-summertime? The end of a bad school year? The start of a great camp program? A transition, or the lack of one? Share your woo-hoos in the comments.
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