There she is: the gatekeeper of the gifted class. From the end of the corridor I watch her class file out. As the last gifted kid leaves the room, the teacher stands outside alone. I decide it’s time. I had fought my way out of my learning disability, my label, and special education. I’ve decided it’s time to be gifted. Go Scott, go!
Heart pounding, I thrust my chest out, put on my smartest facial expression, and start walking toward her. She greets me with a welcoming smile. “Hi, I’m Scott, and I think I may be gifted,” I blurt out. I pause, surprising myself. Where did that come from?
I look up and notice the teacher didn’t run away. Good sign. “Great! How are your grades?” she asks me. I think about this. “I’m ...