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Personal Narrative: My Special Exercises In Middle School
COLLEGE ROUGH 1
In first grade, one teacher would always pull me out of class, so I could finish my special exercises. Sometimes I looked at a sheet of arrows and told her what direction the arrows pointed in while I simultaneously tapped my fingers to a beat. However, if I made a mistake, I had to start over. Sometimes I had to lie down, and my teacher would ask me math questions while she swung a ball from side to side in front of my face. I never understood these strange exercises. For a time, I even hated them because they singled me out from other kids. Of course I got over the isolation, but for the longest time, I had no idea why the teacher singled me out.
I did not have an answer until 8th grade. Middle school felt like a roller
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