Worst Teacher Graf

When I was in the third grade I thought I was doing ok and I was going to be able to get through this class with no problems, until I met my new teacher, Mrs. Zaitz. She was my homeroom teacher and we HAD to learn how to sign. If we didn't know how to sign we were in trouble, she basically wouldn't speak to you. I wasn't the best when it came to signing, she didn't really like me from the get go. We got through half of the year without a problem, until she told me that I wasn't learning the way she wanted me to learn from her. She told me that I needed to be taught one-on-one with this old lady that didn't look to be very friendly. She had the dark colored, stringy-like hair and a pointy nose that reminded you of Halloween witch. She didn't appear to know what she was doing because she kept holding up these pictures and continously asked me what I saw. This was Mrs. Zaitz's idea of one-on-one help? I was really confused about this whole thing but I figured I was young and it would come to me when I was older. When I got into the fouth grade my parents told me I was in that "special needs class" because I wrote with my left hand and my brain isn't going to work on the right. I haven't forgotten about that teacher and I don't think I ever will. The last day of school I found out that she was a left handed writer also.