It was my first day there, surrounded by tiny strangers I’ve never met, I was scared and excited at the same time. “I’m not sitting by him, he’s weird”, said one of the tiny strangers. It’s my first day as a teacher and one of the first things that came to my mind was “weird?”, “what makes someone weird?” and that’s when I decided what our first lesson for the entire school year was going to be. As I stood in front of the whole class, I said aloud, “who came up with the definition of normal?” and “what is the definition of normal anyway?”. I received so many blank stares. That’s when my class and I decided that there was no definition of a normal person, therefore there’s no definition of a weird person. In my classroom, there’s a child who
