My freshman year of college I started in the back of the class for English. I love reading and writhing but my Dyslexia makes it hard so I hang in the back so not to get called on. The teacher was so happy and really loved teaching and made the lessons so interesting and made you think of new points of view you never had before. On the second day I planted my butt in the front right next to the podium so I would get called on more. Best part was she had a Dyslexic type very close to my own so she knew my struggle. And she worked with me to improve my writting. Honstly best teacher I ever had.
even if the subject matter was the systemic racism of the Third Reich it was a goodass class