I saw this funny on Facebook today and had to pass it along. Single Mothers who have Children with Autism had a poem that I know some of us can relate to.
An IEP is an individualized education plan that is made for each student receiving services by the public school system for special needs. This plan is made by a “team” of people working together to make sure the best is being done for the child. Administrators, parents, therapists, advocates, teachers, the list goes on and on of who can be on the team. Needless to say, the IEP meeting doesn’t always go as smoothly as it could because of so many opinions and passionate interests involved.
IEPs According to Dr. Seuss…
Do you like these IEPs?
I do not like these IEPs
I do not like them, Jeeze Louise
We test, we check
we plan, we meet
but nothing ever seems complete.
Would you, could you
like the form?
I do not like the form I see.
Not page 1, not 2, not 3.
a brand new box, I think we all
Have lost our rocks.
Could you all meet here or there?
We could not all meet here or there.
We cannot all fit anywhere.
Not in a room
Not in a hall
There seems to be no space at all.
Would you, could you meet again?
I cannot meet again next week
No lunch, no prep
Please here me speak.
No, not at dusk and not at dawn
At 4 p.m. I should be gone.
Could you hear while all speak out?
Would you write the words they spout?
I could not hear, I would not write
This does not need to be a fight.
Sign here, date there,
Mark this, check that,
Beware the student’s ad-vo-cat(e).
You do not like them
so you say
Try it again! Try it again!
and then you may.
If you let me be,
I’ll try again
and you will see.
I almost like these IEPs
I think I’ll write 6,003.
And I will practice day and night
Until they say
“You’ve got it right.”