I do not like the word 'disability'. But, hey, that's what they are. All my life - at least life I met my disability - I tried...
I do not like the word 'disability'. But, hey, that's what they are.
All my life - at least life I met my disability - I tried to hide. Here's the backstory:
Around the third or fourth year, I began to be plagued by distraction and procrastination at school. I sit and look at the wall in the classroom, for hours to read posters, and I do not remember a word teaches the doctrine of the teacher. My parents and teachers are irritated with me when I copped an attitude or nothing. He was angry for reasons he could not understand at this point.
Sitting by classes in primary school was painful. I remember at the clock, each count to mark the second hand. I lose my mind, I find myself called to answer questions that were not heard because he had dreamed.
Testing was another element that was not an amateur. Testing has been never easy for me. I can, if I choose to be a participant. I can go back to the basics. But when he sit paper in front of a sheet, and bits of the previous classes recalls, I'm done.
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In my eighth grade I had Mrs. Hayes. She was a wonderful teacher. She took the initiative to help as much as possible - even if it means isolation to force me to concentrate. During the test, I would be forced to the back of the classroom, where it stacks of cardboard bricks to my office, to create a barrier between me and around me that could be a potential distraction.
This led to a classroom scene, and my teammates have it not as something "cool" or "normal". Took me maintained at this, but nothing against my teachers or my classmates. I knew that my teacher did this for a reason - do not know what the reason was.
I went to a fancy school from fifth to eighth grade and was surrounded by rich students, internationals, who seemed to look at our rigorous program a breeze. The few "Student Day" as the villages in the region were the same. But I could not understand what was taught in my classes.
Repeatedly not filled math class and the class struggle, which could easily happen (if it was not distracted). My best friend always calms me it was fine not had the best grades. She said: "They do not mean as much, really you care more about their degree Do not worry about what people say..."
If the eighth delivery of quality graduation came around, I turned to Marianapolis Prep. I am very pleased to attend the same school as my best friend Emily Elizabeth and cousin. By mid-year, I found myself most fail my classes. Every day he had eight blocks: English, Bible, spanish, study, breakfast, world history, physics and algebra 1. In my previous school, had four or five.
Marianapolis maintenance was unmanageable. It was late at night, to physically and mentally I could not get my homework done. I would get into fights at school with my family to explain how I did in my classes my best, when in fact, I would down because of the sheer exhaustion that caused me.
I would get my teachers, I would get the minimum feedback and try to help. In retrospect, I think it was after the adoption, it is too far over the world to catch up.
It was only the first year was almost more than my parents took me to a psychologist. Sitting Upon entering the building, in a white coat in front of a psychologist was one of the most stressful things I've been through. Sitting in his office, he took me to put words on the forms and read paragraphs. He made me do puzzles, brain exercises, memory cards, and everything else. It was absolutely exhausting.
After three visits full strenuous tests intolerably dull, I was diagnosed. I remember sitting in front of him with my mother and hear every word.
"You definitely a lot of ADHD," he laughed and smiled. Then he turns and looks at my mother, "but I think it was also a kind of interference and retention LDNOS also." "What LDNOS?" asks my mother. "It stands for unspecified learning disability," says the psychologist. "I really do not know what is wrong, then we put it in a wide range."
Look at what is there my "diagnostic" happen, I can proudly say that I have grown a lot. It took many years - and three - but I think, in my last year of high school, I learned to manipulate me. She was surrounded by great people and teachers who taught me more about coping strategies and life lessons that everyone in my life learning. I had to learn myself - not spoon fed - learning strategies that me in school success and have helped in life. I have my past success and future of Woodstock Academy.
So what I have from my "learning disability"? What strategies have finally allowed to succeed? There are five main classes that contributed to my success, and can be applied to any difficult situation you may face:
1. The only stupid questions are the ones that do not.
There is absolutely nothing to defend wrong! The ability to ask for help was a real lifesaver. I used to struggle with the need to be self-sufficient, but to learn to ask for help, not a sign of weakness has helped me to grow. Asking for help is the understanding, learning and growth is essential.
"The man who asks a question is a fool for a minute. The man is a fool asks for life." Confucius
2. A solid support system that makes the difference.
For me it was almost a given. You have me in a class of applied skills, where he was surrounded by wonderful people who wanted the best for me. Paraprofessionals were three in my class skills (over two years), the applied myself with all that helped, I need help. So I had two teachers skills that, in two years, pushed me to be the best person I could be, both inside and outside the school applied.
Ms. Coleman, school psychologist, helped me in my three years at the Academy in Woodstock, my parents' divorce, my rejection of my learning problems, not so great relationship seriously threatened my happiness. Without these people, I am sure that it will not be the person I am today would. Find people who want the best for you and are ready to reach the extra mile to go, this is the only way to help someone who can never really succeed.
3. What you can do is far more important than what you can not do.
I must admit, I am easily attracted by negative thinking. Growing up, I constantly focused on what he could do. For example, I'm fighting for, that I could not do the math, and my colleagues. Now when I find myself thinking about what I can do, I force myself to think about what you can do instead. For example, I am a writer, and excelled in English classes. I am a successful softball player, and I find my courses interesting and easy story - when I put them the time.
4. If your mind wanders, you can stop it.
Just wondering: "Is that what I should do now?" I ask this every time I I meet my wandering mind assess my surroundings new, refocused on what is happening around me?. and try to focus better from there.
5. They are much more than their limits.
Remember, every day, several times a day until it sinks. And then continue to do so.
These five classes myself. by some of the most difficult moments of my life I hope to help you through.
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