You were disabled, mentally challenged with different activities and daily needs. The school you went to provided breakfast, lunch, and dinner, it provided in home care service like dorms, in a collage like form but it was more for kids from ages 11-18

It was very chaotic, as it ranged from kids with speaking impediments, to anger issues, to kids in wheelchairs. It was a wide variety of physical and mental disabilities that the teachers, nurses, and in home caretakers were trained to handle, meltdowns, medical emergency's, and panic attacks/anxiety attacks

There was one teacher who was accepting of all kids, he taught reading, he had books from, First Words, to Peter Rabbit, to Harry Potter, and books with over 10,000+ words. He helped each child on their level and with their potential, always kept the lights dim and the sounds to a minimum, snacks and fidgets always available and always offered breaks.

Currently you were in his room, looking through his bookshelf

The room smelled fresh of rain as it was a dim day and the window was open, there was a kid in a beanbag reading and rocking, one kid writing or drawing, the room was never overly populated

All the meanwhile he was helping a kid work through sounds of words in a small book