Shelly :)

It was my third grade year, and she was a first year teacher. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. It was a guinea pig year for all of us. Her name was Mrs. Hostetter, and half her class was kids who didn’t struggle in school, strong students; and the other half of the class was kids with mental, physical, and emotional struggles. The school called it an inclusive class. My parents and I had no idea I was placed in this class to be a help to the struggling students, and the reasoning behind it was that I would grow as a leader and be a strong role model to help others. However it had a great turn for the worse. I grew extremely attached to a fellow student who was losing his battle with life physically and felt that it was my responsibility to make each of his days go as smooth as possible and be a scribe for him. Also throughout the year an emotionally challenged girl grew overly attached to me. She deeply believed that she and her mom were witches. She would call my house at night casting spells on me. This alerted my parents; my mother had to call to inform the teacher what was going on.  My reading partner was a Special Ed student whose reading level was significantly lower than mine. The intent of the school district was to bring the struggling students level up, but with my constant helping of others brought my academic level down.