The moment I knew I wanted to teach special education took place in seventh grade while I was headed to class and walked past a girl named Megan. Megan, who is slightly autistic, and her aide stood alongside one another . I stopped to say hi to her, a small interaction; as I continued on, I overheard her enthusiastically tell her aide, “that girl is my best friend.” Not being my last occasion to fall in love with the realm of special education, I became motivated to do more within my
The moment I knew I wanted to teach special education took place in seventh grade while I was headed to class and walked past a girl named Megan. Megan, who is slightly autistic, and her aide stood alongside one another . I stopped to say hi to her, a small interaction; as I continued on, I overheard her enthusiastically tell her aide, “that girl is my best friend.” Not being my last occasion to fall in love with the realm of special education, I became motivated to do more within my