Ok ok ok. Exaggeration.
Or is it?
There is a House of Mirrors, where you think you have agreed on a clear path for your child but end up cornered between IEP goals and limited staffing.
There is the Haunted House, where the (budget) slashing might be metaphorical, but no less bloody.
Of course, right past (we'll do it) Tomorrow Land, is Fantasy Land, where you actually understand what all of those percentages and minutes on your IEP stand for.
Lastly, there is The Big Scream, IEP-lands famous roller coaster, where in-between wanting to scream at PPS for forcing your child into an environment you know will not work, you feel like losing your lunch from the stress of it all.
And the price of admission is your heart, your soul, your pride, your dignity, your sanity, but hopefully not your childs' future.