When I was in the first grade, my school began to pull me out of class twice a week to work with a resource teacher. Years later, when I asked my mother why that was, she told me it was because the school was concerned about my social skills because I was so shy and stoic and quiet. And while this bothers me now, the idea that a small brown girl would be pulled out of class to be taught how to socialize, I remember finding solace in those times with my resource teacher. I can’t recall her name, but I do remember she was a white woman with dark bobbed hair that wore the color red a lot.