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　　I remember my seventh grade math．teacher’s name very well．It was Mr Young．He was missing one of his fingers．

　　For some reason 1 was not very good in schoo1．Math was my worst subject．There was just something wrong with my brain．No matter how hard I tried, I just could not figure out why I did not understand what all the other kids found to be so easy to learn．

　　One day, I was told that if I got one more E on my report card, I would be sent away to a very strict schoo1．I tried really hard for weeks to learn math．I just couldn’t understand the math problems no matter how hard I tried．

　　The day before report cards were to come out, I knew that Mr Young would give me an E, just like he always did．After class ended, 1 went to him and told him that they were going to send me to another school if I got another E on my report card．He told me that there was nothing he could do．It would be unfair to the other kids if he gave me a better grade than I had actually earned．

　　I looked at the teacher and said,“Mr Young, do you know how the kids laugh at you because you’re missing your finger?”He looked at me and said nothing．“They shouldn’t do that to you because you can’t help you not having a finger, Mr Young．It’s just like I can’t help not being able to learn numbers and stuff like that,” I said．

　　The next day while on the school bus, I opened the report card envelope and looked at my math grade：D．

　　That math grade was my favorite one I ever received in my whole life, because I knew that someone in the world finally understood what it was like for me to be missing a finger inside my head．

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