This seemed to be the case with Kipland Kinkel, Kip didn't live up the standards his parents had set for him. They expected him to be like his sister, but having a learning disability made it nearly impossible to be everything his parents wanted him to be. (The Killer, video) His parents sought a variety of solutions. One of the many solutions was that his parents kept Kip back in first grade. Kip then stumbled through the third grade where he would study for spelling test, but not pass them.
However, the experience that I went through between the period of my high school and community college has totally changed my life. I used to living in Oakland and went school there. When I was a freshman in high school, I did not realize how important education is, plus the pressure that added on me from my parents and the environment that surrounds me, I did not wanted to be serious about school at all. My parents always wanted me to take my time to study and telling me the importance of education, but I believed that people can become successful without education. Therefore, under the ordering of my rebellious heart, I started skipping classes and became lazy about school.
Dyslexia makes it harder for me to read, spell, comprehend, and remember information. Growing up, the public school system marked me as a student who would not succeed in college life and had no reason to be prepared for college. I had an IEP for almost all of my schooling, which meant I was able to get extra help on classes and more time on testing. The school system never really followed through with my IEP and told me that I was just fine without it. Since the school felt I was performing so well on my own in academic classes, they talked my mom and me into doing away with my IEP.
I thought it wouldn’t last or he’ll be flirting with other girls and what not. But he proved me wrong. He always does. I honestly believe that no one can ever understand me the way he does or makes every difficult problem an easy one for me. The only reason I got back into my school was because he persuaded my parents to let me continue my education and let me be who I want to be because its my life to live and not theirs.
When I was a child, my stepfather was very strict. I remember when he came home from work, he asked me to bring my homework and showed him. If I did something wrong, he got angry and raised his voice, and he told my mother to not let me play with my friends because of mistakes. Since I was a child until now, I can see I don’t have enough confidence in my life because of my past experiences with my step dad, and I always have stress in my life for every single thing. However, hopefully my mother wasn’t strict enough as my father, so she let me enjoy my life as long as my step father wasn’t at home.
My father left us when I was only two years old. My mother always spoke ill of him and told me that I was better off not knowing who he was. For some reason I think he would have stayed if it wasn’t for the responsibility of taking care of me and I think that my mother knew that as well. My childhood years were occupied mainly by making excuses for the numerous injuries that my mother forced upon me every day because some part of me still cared about my mother, and I never wanted her to be in trouble, or maybe perhaps more logically, I was too scared. In my teenage years, most of my time was spent in school, and after I left there I would come home to a strung out mother that would be ranting and raving about dishes that needed to be done and telling me about how I was her biggest mistake, and that I was nothing but a lazy, hopeless loser, which I knew wasn’t true, but when you are a child the thoughts just run through your head over and over like a bad dream that you cannot wake up from.
I don’t think they ever had a chance to get to know him well. He doesn’t really give a good first impression; he barely does his work and teachers often call my house complaining about his disruptive behavior. When we transferred him out of PS. 130 [our local elementary school], it was because teachers just passed him to the next grade to get rid of him. We didn’t want him to fail, but we wanted someone to teach him discipline, besides my parents of course.
I struggled on my first exam because I was always thinking about what my parents would do if I failed an exam. I did poorly on the first exam and my parents insisted on a parent-teacher conference. I was so embarrassed to see the teacher with my parents. During the conference I felt like a failure for not passing the first exam. My parents kept pushing my teacher to give me some sort of extra credit to help with my grade.
In high school, he struggled to pass and felt that that next step in his education wasn’t necessary for him. My parent’s both deeply regret not finishing their schooling and, because of that ever since all of us kids were born, they instilled in us that it was important for us to go to college and succeed in a way that they never did. Even as a small child still in elementary school I would dream about what I thought college would be like for me and what I wanted to do with my life when I was older. Going to college was never an option for me, it was something I was going to make
Since I was little I have always struggle with math, and it’s actually weird because all my family has study math careers and they even have business but I was the only kid who wouldnt like to go to work at the family’s business. I remember all my family having to go to work but me, I t was so much fun. Now I look back and I think should’ve done it, because it would’ve helped me in my math’s courses. Then it came junior year, and I had this professor called Mr.Baptist. Big Haitian guy with a heavy accent, and very strict but sometimes funny.