Of the hundreds of students to come through my classroom, I can count on one hand the number of parents who showed up at the school for a conference. Even more rare were the ones who appeared for a surprise visit.
Last year I became acquainted with Annie’s mother. Annie was (and still is) possibly the most independent, strong-willed student I have ever had. In her eighth grade year she was prone to outbursts, but not like your typical teenager. Annie would get mad when her peers were talking during class, or when her group members weren’t carrying their load. This led to some interesting situations, and one day I found myself on the receiving end of one of her fits of rage.
Annie was very particular about the setting in which she could complete her work. One day during exam review, she asked to move her chair into the…
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