Once a month, my school holds an all-school morning assembly. During one particular assembly at the end of May, a group of students who had been working on a traditional folk dance with the Spanish teacher got to perform. They had been practicing for months. They even wore the traditional clothing for the dance. As they got up to introduce themselves, a small group of students in the audience began pointing and laughing. I wasn't in the room to witness the dance or the students making fun of those on stage. When I came into the room to pick up my students, I heard several accounts of what had happened. Because they were my students. My heart broke. I was furious and sad and disappointed all at once. I imagined the embarrassment of the boy who had been brave enough to go on stage and dance, who didn't even want to participate in the first place but was doing it for his mom! I wondered if the girl with special needs was aware that she was also being made fun of. I was mad ...