In That Room
Mikaylah Arnold
In 2020 I was in 8th grade sitting at my desk, understanding what I was learning perfectly. Instead of only having one other girl in that math class there were 7 other students in that class. I understood what was being taught to me exceptionally better than the other students in my class. I questioned if I was “too smart” but then thought back to when I was put into gen-ed classes and felt “too dumb”. There were no classes in-between, there were only classes for kids with IEPs and regular students. Although I did get the help I needed in that room, I often felt different. When I had to go across the school for one class and all my other friends had the same math class together on the opposite side of the school from me. There were times I couldn’t relate to all my friends around me, nor the people in my math class. It felt lonely.
In 2022 I was in 10th grade sitting at my desk, doing my geometry work extremely well. In the past, classes for my IEP were extremely simple. Yes, I needed extra help with certain concepts, but I learned PEMDAS back in elementary school. So yes it was easy, but I could be learning so much more. But that was different when I stepped in that room, the geometry classroom, with the best, most effective teacher I have ever had, Ms. Bjork. We were learning the same exact things that the other sophomores were learning, there was even a point where I helped out my friend who was in an advanced geometry class. I learned so much in that room, and I never felt “too smart” or “too dumb” I just needed the right teacher. She knew how to work with each student at their own pace, some students took longer than me, but we all understood what we were being taught. I even felt challenged in the class at some points in time, just like a ‘regular’ class. This was different from elementary and middle school though, this time I had friends. It wasn’t just a couple friends, like I had in my other classes. It was like I was friends with everyone in my class. We had built such a strong community and connection in that class, we all helped each other out. On the very last day, we held a potluck during that class period. We ate, we hung out, we watched a movie, and when we left we gave Ms. Bjork a hug because she was unfortunately moving after the school year.
Ms. Bjork wasn't the only one who moved, a couple of kids in that class moved too. Math class was never like that again, I had a different teacher who was completely different, and the friends I did make in Ms. Bjork's class was gone. So while I still have never had a teacher like Ms. Bjork since, I was taught not only geometry, but a sense of community. I understood what it felt like for a teacher to truly care like she did, and no matter how different me and my classmates were, we were friends. Growing up feeling different from everyone isn’t the easiest thing, but with the right people, you can feel special, and even grateful. So now, in 2024, I am in 12th grade sitting at my desk, excited about my future, while reminiscing about the amazing people I got to meet along the way.