I was one of two Black students in seventh-grade honors math, and the only one in my section. Mr. Driggs was also jokingly named “The Devil” because no matter the season, he was always hot and would force the students to sit in the class with the windows open. The Devil had a tendency of publicly embarrassing me in class by highlighting the things I didn’t know or understand and not allowing me to exhibit the things that I did. I can recall one particularly embarrassing incident when we received our tests back. He menacingly slithered around the room placing our tests scores on our desks and eyeing us from the top of his glasses. When it was time for him to deliver my fate he slammed the test down and shouted as if he wanted the world to know, “FAIL!” It was one of the worst experiences, I tried to refute his statement and said “a sixty-eight is not failing” to which he replied “in honors math it is, you need a seventy”. The person next to me tried to console me but I could feel the anger boiling inside of me like a pot of oatmeal on too high trying to bubble over.
Immediately following this experience, he proceeded with success to dismiss me from honors math and send me to regular math classes in the middle of my seventh grade year. Everyone was wondering what I was doing there and I resented having to be pushed to a lower level. This moment of my life made me lose interest in math and to this very day I avoid it whenever possible out of fears I built up from that horrific