Aye, me.

I want anyone who favors isolating English-Language-Learners to meet Stephanie M., who raised her hand the very first day of school and handed me a blank "interest inventory," a befuddled look on her face and a classmate who explained "she doesn't read English,"

who was placed in a gifted and talented class after one year of bilingual education in this country, who nearly cried during her parent conference when we told her that we wanted her to stay there,

who rarely spoke a word in English to me if she could avoid it, but listened to every word I ever said with an intent look on her face,

who got all A's the last two marking periods, who turned in every assignment, who raised her hand to read Hermia's lines in A Midsummer Night's Dream> yesterday,

who read: "If then true lovers have been ever crossed, It stands as an edict in destiny. Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross, As due to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers" with such ease that the whole class spontaniously burst into applause, and I promptly fell off my stool.