“I remember that when she saw me finishing the math work quickly, and sitting bored and sad, she decided that I should do the first and last problem on each page, then go to the back of the room and work on an independent project.
“What a relief! I was acknowledged as a person and permitted, even encouraged, to express myself and to do something useful and enjoyable. Was it fair? No, life isn’t fair. Her concern for me was more than fair, it was liberating and permitted me to see myself as outstanding rather than wierd.”