Don't know much about history...

Back a few years ago, 1982 IIRC, I was lucky enough to have been placed into a normal class. Until this point everyone had said I was hyperactive, past speak for ADD. In truth I was bored, which made me lazy. Which made me look for shiny things to play with to make the day go by.

Now I am not talking genius level intelligence or anything like that. Just a bit advanced, I made connections very quickly, saw patterns almost immediately. I learned to read and write with out ever doing any of the work my other classmates did.

Well, turns out this teacher would not let me return to my normal level classes, she would not let me leave her class. She was under the silly impression that I would do her class work and home work, take her tests etc... And I didn't, all this did was make me unable to pass the class.

I had become used to not having to work to achieve decent grades. It took me several years to realize she was not being mean, but rather trying to get me to do what she knew I could. For a long time I disliked her, no hated, because of my hubris I hated an educator. This is one of the few regrets I have in my life.

I now believe that a good educator should always be respected. Miss Hamquist I am sorry, and thank you for trying...