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The first time I realized what it meant to write an "IEP" was reading the first few paragraphs of this case: in preparation for trial for one of my clients. I'd heard about IEP's before, mainly from my friend Melissa who had worked in special ed, and spent countless hours drinking wine at home until 4 am trying to finish them instead of drinking wine at a bar off of Guadalupe street with me. I'd heard my best friend Liz talk about IEP's in relation to her work as an SLP. I had never, oddly enough, a recollection of hearing my mom or dad talk about them in relation to my sister Shelley.

After reading the beginning of this case I now have an idea of what it means to go in and fight for certain provisions on an IEP.

And guess what? I'm scared.

For those poor teachers.

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