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So my two friends tandem blogged about the frustration they have when people wait to ready as an excuse. They then invited people to continue blogging.
One of my favorite old-school childhood games is hidden and seek. Kids count than say "Ready or not here I come."
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When I was four about to turn five. My parents had their version of " Ready or not here I come," except they were not joking about it because it was the most important decision of their lives and would impact me for the rest of my life. It was time to pick a school for me to go to for Pre-Kindergarten. Up to this point, I had been educated with kids who had speech impairments in a county program the next town over. But now it was kindergarten, the big leagues. They decided to have me apply for a private school. This school welcomed me in with open arms ,but let's say for a minute that they said.
AZ isn't ready to be included because ...
* drools a lot , the other kids will think it's gross"
* has bad balance."
If you are reading this thinking that they can't justify special education for that. Your right they can't because it's against the law, but I have heard too many stories from parents of kids with intellectual disabilities of school officials saying that their kid isn't ready because of their disability. Because if these same people used this I would have never stepped foot in a general education class. Because at 25. I have a real hard time saying my name, I still drool, I have bad balance, but when they were willing to make accommodations for me I was able to learn.
Instead at the private school, I was able to be myself, and my peers got to learn that disability was not something to be ashamed about. I was able to drool and not have kids mind because sometimes I drooled. My drool and I were invited to birthday parties and kids from my school went to my birthday parties.
In kindergarten, my teacher was determined to teach me how to jump rope. When she was on yard duty she made it her personal mission to teach me how to jump rope. By the end of the year, I was jumping rope. That kid with bad balance learned how to jump rope. The kid with bad balance learned from her best friend how to do the monkey bars.
A few weeks ago, After that kid that could not pronounce her name, graduated with their BA. They had a work around. They have a short name. There are workarounds for a lot of things. More on that tomorrow.
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