“Will it hurt?” I ask my Mom as we drive up the winding road to the school psychologist’s office. “No Scotty, painless,” she reassures me. I tick that question off my list. “OK, well what if he discovers that I’m really stupid and I have to go to a really special school?” Mom sighs and does her best to alleviate my fears, but they are still there. I know what’s at stake.
The result of this test will determine my school placement for next year. It’s the end of fourth grade, and my public school is discontinuing the resource room. They are throwing the kids with learning disabilities back into mainstream classes with minimal additional support. This greatly concerns my parents, so they have decided to take me to see a licensed ...