Such a poignant story. And it reminds me of being in fourth grade and my teacher telling me to stop being "a bump on a log" and participate in class. But I couldn't read the blackboard. That year, I got glasses and was better equipped to learn. This same teacher also took me by my shoulders and shook me angrily when I told her I had quit my position as library aide, an arrangement that I think she had organized for me. She was a bad egg. Some people just are.