I have a theory, albeit, probably not an original one. As an adolescent philosopher, I reasoned that if I can't see my disability then I must not have one. All the more so, if other people can't see my disability then I certainly must not have one. And so, here I am at this strange meeting. Administrators, teachers, psychologists, all of these people are talking about me, but do they know me? The room, lifeless, there are no windows to see the sunlight. So when they asked me how I felt about my accommodations in class, I told them the truth. I don't have a disability.

What's more impressive, I somehow managed to convince them that I didn't have a disability. Don't ask me how… after all, they told me that I had difficulty organizing my thoughts and making critical arguments. My thoughts get lost in my sentences all the time. Maybe I just wanted to get out of the room. Or maybe I just wanted to be normal. If I really knew the answer, I would probably lie anyways.

I still don't get it; how can I have a disability if I can't see it? Before when I earned bad grades, I could see my disability. But now my grades are fine. I must be cured. Now that I no longer have an IEP, I certainly don't have a learning disability. Who needs extended time? All of those times I had to get up in front of the whole class and walk out to go to a special room to take my test seemed so humiliating. I was the only one. I didn't want to have to see a special education teacher every week. Let alone talk to one. I don't want to be special. I never did.

I just couldn't bear the agony. I felt ashamed. I didn't want the stigma. Why don't they give you candy during IEP meetings? More or less they're just recitations of how you have failed your life. Did you complete this goal? No. Did you do that well? Not well enough! I mean, they could at least give you candy during the meetings, or at least a window.

I think learning disabilities are like sentence fragments. Who needs them?

(I do).

"Wait, should I continue? I mean…I can trust you to keep this a secret, right?"

"So what was I talking about?" Oh yeah, so I don't have a learning disability. It's a miracle. All of my grades say I am cured. Still somehow none of my teachers recommended me for an HONORS class. Those honors kids, why do I have to be so stupid? After all, denial is the last step to all of life's problems. So, why didn't they recommend me for those honors classes? I mean I worked so diligently. I poured my flesh and blood, my soul, my life in my work…and my teachers give me a B+. Minus the fact that a B+ is sufficient to enter an honors course, they still tell me, well, I don't know. You do need a B+ in the class, but you only have a B+ in the class. David, I don't think you can enter the honors level classes. You're grades are just not high enough.

All of my grades were B+. I felt like a B+. And I can't make strong arguments???

And there are still no windows in this room. Maybe they want to lock me in this windowless room so that I die…I mean I'm just a normal kid…I have normal grades…The school doesn't need me. I'm just one of their special cases, one of their special experiments. I said it before, and I'll say it again: I don't have a learning disability! I'm not stupid! I have a B+ average. Leave me alone. Please…leave me alone.