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From the outside in, it appeared as though I was not smart, I did not have opinions or I simply did not care. But in fact, the more I remained silent, the more I keenly observed and deeply contemplated my experiences. As I began to perceive the world very differently from those around me, I lost faith that I would ever be understood. When I was in elementary school I was quiet and well-behaved, so I was virtually invisible. As a teacher now, I get this.