..... I believe it was in the 1st grade. I was attending school for the first time in California and I, like most children, had no idea what to expect. I soon found that the teacher was assigning work for us to do, but for some reason I really could not understand what I was supposed to do. I would try to do my work, but it was never right. So I gave up, I started to stuff the papers I could not complete into the back of my desk. After a few weeks, I had quite a pile crammed in there. One day, my teacher approached me and told me to empty my desk. I pulled a few papers and pencils from my desk. She then asked me to empty it completely. I told her that was all, so she proceeded to remove all the work I had hidden in my desk and piled it up in front of me (and everyone else in the class). It was probably the most mortifying memory I have. A couple of years later it was found that I have dyslexia.
I'm still not sure what her motives were, but her choice to expose my secret in front of the class is still a painful memory almost twenty years later.