Being Found:Reflecting on being published.
I barely knew my ABCs in 1st grade. Not because I had a learning disability, but because my teacher happened to a racist that didn't care if I learned at all. The situation prompted my mom to engage the school in such a way that they had to hire a tutor for me.
Despite the effort, I would still be required to retake the grade, but in a new town 80 miles away. This was followed by years of classes that were geared towards assistance with reading comprehension and days of staying after school with some very dedicated educators.
To see my words in print, many years later, is a testament to the value my mom placed on my having a proper education and the dedication of so many educators who strove to correct the course set on motion by a single teacher.
Thank you Found Me Magazine!