My Algebra Teacher Put Me Down in Front of the Whole Class All Year – One Day I Got Fed Up and Made Her Regret Every Word
My Algebra Teacher Put Me Down in Front of the Whole Class All Year – One Day I Got Fed Up and Made Her Regret Every Word I heard the front door slam before I got up from the couch. My son Sammy’s backpack hit the hallway floor, and his bedroom door shut hard. “Sammy?” I called. “Just leave me alone, Mom!” I went to the kitchen, grabbed a bowl of the chocolate bites I’d baked that morning, and knocked before entering his room. He lay face down on the bed, groaning. “I said, leave me alone.” “I heard you,” I said gently, sitting beside him. I placed the bowl within his reach and ran a hand over his hair. He sat up, grabbed one, then suddenly his eyes filled with tears. “They were all laughing at me today, Mom.” “What happened?” “I got an F in math,” he muttered. “Now everyone thinks I’m stupid.” I smiled softly. “I understand that feeling more than you think.” He looked at me. “You do? But you’re good at everything.” “When I was your age,” I said, “my algebra teacher m...