Or excited? Or ecstatic? Or thrilled? Or pleased? Or overjoyed?
No, not really.
I am not looking forward to fighting for everything again. For Miss Kat having mountains of homework. I'm not excited about working with people who have no idea how to meet her needs, with people who don't think she needs her accommodations, that think it is "unfair" for her to get them. I am not looking forward to her being different. I am not thrilled that she will face the struggles of being the new kid, peer pressure, and everything else ugly that comes with middle school.
It is just to strange. People act like Miss Kat graduating is some kind of weight OFF my shoulders, like somehow now we have crossed a finish line. Instead, it is the very OPPOSITE. It is a huge burden, the START of the real battle, not the end.
I just don't get it.
