I.E.P Elementary

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Every person has had different experiences throughout their K-12 school career. However, mine was a special case when I became placed in the I.E.P program at the beginning of elementary school.
I've finally decided to share my experiences because not many people seem to know what it was. So in these separated memoirs, I'm going to share about what's it's like having a different kind of

Submitted: August 10, 2018

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I learned in a different kind of setting and at a slower pace when I did my thirteen years of K-12 education. It didn’t mean I’m an unintelligent human being, I just have some learning disabilities holding me back from grasping certain areas, whereas my other peers had been way ahead of me in those expanses I have generally lacked. Before I entered my first public school, I became enrolled in an organization called Child Fine, where they’ve tested to see what kind of learning disabilities I have. My parents brought me to Child Fine in the first place, when they realized at my daycare, I didn’t talk as much as the other children, and the children had much broader words in their vocabulary. Child Fine helped me prepare to enter- The Individualized Education Program- it’s meant for children with learning disabilities, physical disabilities, and behavioral problems. Special education teachers would aid the special needs children with support services and teach them with a divergent interpretations the children could comprehend with.

I’ve had many crucial disabilities when I looked over my old I.E.P examination: reading comprehension, written expression, and mathematical problem solving. I’m not done yet, it also mentioned here I have- auditory memory, perceptual motor speed, phonological awareness, and visual motor integration. It’s kind of funny they came up with all of these names, just for a learning skill I didn’t quite achieve in their perspective. Although, I mostly surpass to what they listed about me now, except for the math bit. Regardless in my book, I only need math on how to tip someone and to pay a bill for this domestic society. As for English, they should have taken off my deficiency of written expression a long time ago.

When I first started off in the program, I began as a shy first grader who switched around to my homeroom classroom and then to my learning lab classroom. Every year in my learning lab, there’s always been two doting teachers who taught the curriculum with enthusiastic techniques, along with the familiar faces of the classmates I have known since the first grade, and not being flustered from having trouble for the most basic thing… putting a paperclip on a piece of paper. However, every year for my regular classroom, I felt like an outsider towards my own peers, since I wasn’t there regularly. The only times I stayed in my regular classroom- recess, sometimes lunch, and minor subjects. Some of my classmates threw a fit in 3rd grade when I’m excused from taking those Standardized Test, yet I did do it by my curriculum worksheets being documented from a binder. I wasn’t alone in the process, about four of us stood in front of the intimidating class, while our teachers and even the vice principal vouched with pride by the arduous work we all did. In a startled clarity, I realized my best friend and close acquaintances stood by my side, none of them sat on the carpet where there’s an intangible barrier between us.  I’m still grateful Lauren Bones became my best friend in the first grade, she and I understood each other of what it’s like to being singled out, even though we wanted to fit in like anyone else. We just didn’t seem to fit in anywhere, especially when our learning lab classmates started to turn their back on us in the 5th grade.

If I had a time machine, I would have spent every single penny if I could, just to really punch those snotty little shits. I couldn’t fathom about why on earth they mixed children with learning disabilities, and children with behavioral problems in one small classroom? The unfairness Lauren and I faced made my blood boil, since we didn’t deserve such treatment by obnoxious kids who interrupted our learning environment. I still remembered one time when we walked into our 5th grade learning lab, a short woman introduced herself as our substitute teacher for the time being, and I knew the boys who acted like aggravating monkeys would drive her bananas. Lauren and I ended up being locked out of our own classroom, since we wanted to do our classwork quietly in the hallway and the boys wouldn’t let us back in. I’m not sure how long we stood outside the door, while they yelled out by how much they hated us behind it, and with the substitute teacher muffled begging for the boys to open the door. When we finally did get ourselves back in, some of our stuff was missing and even my composition notebooks ended up being thrown across the classroom. In the corner of my eye, I saw the boys formed in a group, cackling like a bunch of hyenas at the chaos they had caused in their expense. Throughout the year,  they began to hide our stuff more and our regular learning lab teacher turned a blind eye towards it.

At the end of the year, my mother tried to pull me out of the program when she said this for her justification- “My daughter would be stuck with those boys all the way till college, and they would grow out of control as times passes.” The I.E.P team wouldn’t budge, they would have even brought this matter into court if my mother tried to take me out of I.E.P.  As I entered my junior high school , what I’ve faced is just child’s play compared to the horrors of secondary school.


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