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¡¡¡¡I remember my seventh grade math£®teacher¡¯s name very well£®It was Mr Young£®He was missing one of his fingers£®
¡¡¡¡For some reason 1 was not very good in schoo1£®Math was my worst subject£®There was just something wrong with my brain£®No matter how hard I tried, I just could not figure out why I did not understand what all the other kids found to be so easy to learn£®
¡¡¡¡One day, I was told that if I got one more E on my report card, I would be sent away to a very strict schoo1£®I tried really hard for weeks to learn math£®I just couldn¡¯t understand the math problems no matter how hard I tried£®
¡¡¡¡The day before report cards were to come out, I knew that Mr Young would give me an E, just like he always did£®After class ended, 1 went to him and told him that they were going to send me to another school if I got another E on my report card£®He told me that there was nothing he could do£®It would be unfair to the other kids if he gave me a better grade than I had actually earned£®
¡¡¡¡I looked at the teacher and said,¡°Mr Young, do you know how the kids laugh at you because you¡¯re missing your finger?¡±He looked at me and said nothing£®¡°They shouldn¡¯t do that to you because you can¡¯t help you not having a finger, Mr Young£®It¡¯s just like I can¡¯t help not being able to learn numbers and stuff like that,¡± I said£®
¡¡¡¡The next day while on the school bus, I opened the report card envelope and looked at my math grade£ºD£®
¡¡¡¡That math grade was my favorite one I ever received in my whole life, because I knew that someone in the world finally understood what it was like for me to be missing a finger inside my head£®
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