I remember one time in elementary school when my teacher in workshop liked having me help him. I was always finished with the work before anybody else, and if he was helping somebody, he would ask me to help the other kids with their projects. It seemed like every day, someone was lost or they hadn’t started, so I helped them in any way I could since I was always done with my projects. I always had the option of doing another project or redoing the project we were currently on, but all I did was help the other students with the 99 projects. I had fun with them and helped when they needed the help in whatever way they needed me. It seemed like my teacher relied on me to help my classmates, and I felt good helping my classmates.
—White Mountains Regional High School