Her Eyes Bugged Out, She Smelled like Vicks, She Hated Left Handed Kids

Mrs. Browley, my kindergarten teacher reprimanded me lots of times every day. My speech impediment had me mispronouncing many words and she repeatedly corrected me. I faced other challenges, too. I couldn’t tie my shoes, tell time, write numbers or letters—not even those in my name. Mother hadn’t prepared me for kindergarten. She didn’t see … Continue reading Her Eyes Bugged Out, She Smelled like Vicks, She Hated Left Handed Kids

Left-Handedness Gives Mrs. Browley Ulcers

“That’s not the correct hand,” she said from across the room. She could’ve been speaking to any one of the twenty-eight kids in my class. I knew how many kids there were because Mother had said that in my class of twenty-eight, another boy and I were the only students who wrote with our left … Continue reading Left-Handedness Gives Mrs. Browley Ulcers

The Great Dentist Hoax

            A big sixth grade girl entered my class one morning with a note from the principal’s office. She handed it to my second grade teacher, Mrs. Carlisle, who read it quickly and then pointed toward me. “Pam,” she said. “Your mother’s waiting for you in the front office. Gina … Continue reading The Great Dentist Hoax