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in the second grade i was pulled from my class to attend a "special" class for an hour a day. even at that tender age i realized my "special" classmates were an assortment of nose picking, pant wetting misfit freaks. after only a few days they stopped making me attend the "special" class. to this day i do not know what that was all about.
whatever it was about, it scarred me with a life long conspiracy paranoia.
i am fairly sure my mother had a visit with my 2nd grade teacher. i assume she said something like "we appreciate your efforts with our son, but we realize what he is and we accept that. there is only so much you can do, so we believe there is no reason to continue with the special class. we do not expect much of him, and we have come to terms with that. instead we would like you to just let him believe he is like the others."
i am also fairly sure that same conversation has taken place with many of my teachers, coaches, employers, and even friends (if i can call them that). in fact, i am fairly sure my mother has spoken to you, and is probably paying you to read this.
Posted by griff at June 04, 2002 02:09 AM