Barry grew up in a family of immigrants, struggling to make ends meet. Although she was forgotten about and often pushed aside at home, she was blessed with support at school. She had people in her corner backing her and thanks to those people she did not become a statistic. Barry skyrocketed beyond the potential our world sees in a public school attendee. She became a college graduate, an author and an advocate for the millions of children within the public educational system. I grew up similar to Barry, in the way that I too could disappear from home seemingly unnoticed. When, all too often, times became too much for my younger self to handle at my steadily, unsteady home. I would then disappear to my own escape behind the baby blue shutters of my grandparent’s two-hundred something year-old home. Barry found comfort in the artwork she …show more content…
Children need attention, affection, and stability. These are necessities that Barry discovered through her teacher in Room 2. I found these necessities in the arms of my grandmother, whether she have been scolding me for misbehaving in Sunday School or gently guiding my hand with hers as we turned the crank on her once white, but then yellowed and faded, apple printed sifter. These were the times that I could count on to be listened to by an adult. These were the times when I began to realize that I could be more than the burden that I felt that I was in my own