Sitting in a special education class at a hard wooden desk with an old computer on top. As letters flash across the screen I had to hit the key for each letter. Feeling humiliated with every letter I saw my blood began to boil. The clock’s hands could not move any faster. I was placed in special education classes in the third grade; due to my inability to keep up with my peers. Having a teacher follow me around from class to class reading to me made me feel as if I was the freak in the school. All of my peers watched as this teacher would read every question to me as well as the passages. Why couldn’t I just be like everyone else? I was a dog caged and angry as my master the teacher hand fed me everything that would let me survive in this small cage they called …show more content…
While I lived with my mother, my attendance began to fall. The school assumed it was my fault for not attending class. What they had failed to notice was my Mother’s substandard parenting. My Mother valued sleeping and seeing her boyfriends over taking me to school. She would routinely prolong my nights longer than necessary for a child. My long nights and inadequate attendance made focusing in class impossible even with a teacher following me around reading to me as well as most of the time giving me the answers so that she could look good. I would commonly fall asleep on the hard wooden computer desk; listening to the sounds of letters would put me to sleep. Before I knew it another teacher was standing over me “Kristen you are falling asleep in class again. You now have afternoon detention,” She told me. Great, now my mother was going to be mad because I have detention. I just shook my head okay and went back to the same stupid thing I was doing before I fell asleep letters and sounds, letters and sounds. The end of school would come and I would have to call my mother and tell her I have detention. “Hi mom it’s me, Kristen. I fell asleep in class; I now have