Special Classroom Narrative

In my senior year of high school, I signed up to tutor for a special education class. I walked into a foreign classroom in a part of the building I never knew existed. Doubt clouding my mind, nerves at an all-time high, my body; shaking as if I were in the middle of an earthquake- Should I have signed up for this? What if I’m not good with special education children? I wipe my clammy hands on my worn-down jeans, and hesitantly open the squeaky classroom door. I am stunned with noises flying at me. Inside this intimidating classroom was a class of young students who already knew my name, incredibly eager to meet me. Little did I know, this would form the beginning of my journey as a special education teacher. I take a deep breath, smile, and introduce myself to the class, still nervous as can be. The students greet me, letting their quirky admirable personalities shine. As I scan the classroom, I noticed one lanky, tall, blonde, blue-eyed boy sulking in the very back. He twiddles his thumbs, intently focused on anything that couldn’t make eye contact with him. I try to speak with him, “Hello, my name is Angel. …show more content…
Jacob has a unique sense of humor, which he shares with very few people. He leaned in to tell me a joke, and his voice was loud and confident. The students surrounding us heard his joke and started to laugh. “You’re so funny, Jacob!” some of the kids exclaimed. I glanced at Jacob, seeing his eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Your friends liked your joke! Why don’t you share some of your others?” I explained. Tears start to well up in his eyes, and I smile at him to reassure him that it is okay to talk to his peers. Unexpectedly, he wraps his arms around me and whispers, “Thank you” in my ear. This was the last thing he ever needed to whisper to me; he started to entertain the class with his quirky sense of