time in a long time, I felt part of something. I had never felt a part of anything trying to be normal. I just felt like an outsider. But there were no outsiders in the special ed room and on the short bus because we are all considered to be freaks. But in this community being a freak was normal.
Note: beautiful
wanted to shake that teacher and tell her to tell them that they were beautiful. I had usually
Note: thank you
said that for a very long time. The teacher was already giving me that “You’re in trouble, Mister” look. The rest of the kids were saying, “Normal people suck” over and over again.
Note: yes exactly
I’m one of those folks for whom large things (like driving around the country in a short school bus) seem easy. But now my optimism seemed ephemeral, flimsy. As the sun broke through the
Note: nice quote