IEP

This morning was crazy but turned out fine. First of all I woke up at 7:50am and Clarence was supposed to leave at 7:55. Ryan rang the doorbell right then and Clarence was still in his pjs. #1 I'm already weak as it is and #2 our house is being painted, so our doors are super hard to open with all the paper in the doorway. So I had to think in a split second I would just take him. He can't cross the street so I put on jeans and he did too and we were out the door. I already have such a hard time walking and on top of that the stress was making me feel so sick. Suddenly my neighbor Jean was driving by and offered to drive us. I stumbled but she helped me in the car. We made it barely but we did. It's times like this I know someone is there for me. Just as things get to difficult someone reaches out a hand.


I went to Clarences IEP instead of my mom since the painters were still there. Honestly seeing that and being there put me back to what I originally wanted to do. I still want to become a special education teacher so badly, and part of me thinks I just just fuck the rest and do it. Should I? Well this is life...