I was now in high school all I know at this time was being taken away from other kids. I wanted to play basketball, but when they think or you as “retarded” don’t nobody want to be seen with you. So they, again, pushed me to the side and laughed at me like I was a side show. So I just went on to my classes like I was supposed to, but because was in special Ed classes all I did was play games, .and sometimes paint. It was as if we were the school’s dirty little secret, as if we were better off kept in a little corner of the school. We weren’t even allowed to eat with the other kids. Having god in my life is what helped me make it through, Although I still ended up dropping out in the 11th grade.