Not So Special Education
I stood in the hallway shaking as tears streamed down my 10-year-old face. My teacher, apologizing as he did so, dug into my pockets and patted me down. I was scared, humiliated, and confused. Why would anyone accuse me of stealing a turtle? I didn’t even like them. I had one, briefly, as a pet and it died. When Tracy brought hers into my fourth grade classroom, I didn’t even
