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Relym
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« Reply #17 on: May 24, 2009, 01:44:04 PM » |
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In first grade, everyone was convinced that I had a learning disability. They weren't sure if it was A.D.D., mental retardation, or something else completely. My teacher suggested I be held back, my principal suggested I go to a different school, and Mrs. Saenz suggested that I take gifted testing.
Mrs. Saenz was the gifted teacher at the school, and very wise. Both my teacher and my principal thought she was mad, but I took the tests. Sure enough, I was above grade level. It surprised everyone, including me. Of course, I hated all this attention I was getting, but it sure beat getting held back.
My teacher still thought I should be held back, my mother was furious, and Mrs. Saenz still vouched for me. The next year, I was in second grade, and after about a month, I was raised to third grade. I should have been proud, I suppose, but as I said, I loathed having attention drawn to me, and when you skip a grade, that hardly goes unnoticed.
I'm still a year younger than everyone else in my grade, and I spent the next 4 years spending an hour each day in Mrs. Saenz's room with the rest of us. I met my best friend there, whom I am still best friends with to this day. I learned things in that classroom that I still have not forgotten.
Many tears were shed the day that Mrs. Saenz died, 3 years after I left the school. Without her, my life would be drastically worse. I owe her my grade, my friend, my education, and my rescue from the clutches of Mrs. Denton, my wretched first grade teacher. I have not one ill memory of her.
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