On the humiliating walk from my 5th grade homeroom down the hall to the Special Education Department, I learned the fine art of being humble. It wasn’t a voluntary lesson. I didn’t choose to leave my classroom every week to go to Special Education Department. I felt it was bad enough that I wore the same military issued glasses as every other speckled girl in school. I had the additional privilege of a weekly trip to Special Education throughout my entire 5th grade year.
I tried to walk casually down the hall as if I just had a bathroom pass. Once I walked past the restrooms and down the hall that only led to the Special Education Department...there wasn’t much use playing it off. Normally no one said anything as I made my solitary walk down the vacant hallway. It was later when I returned to class or was at lunch that people questioned what was wrong with me. No one dared make fun of me, because I had already shown that I would fight back when I punched a boy in the nose on Hospital Hill for making fun of my friend (but that’s a different story altogether).
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