There I was. It was my second year of school and after a successful year in kindergarten, I was ready to breeze through first grade. Being the cockiest six-year-old on planet Earth at the time, I walked into school without holding my mom's hand because I was “ too cool” for that. I gave her a hug and a kiss and walked to my new classroom. I liked Mrs. Redmond. She greeted us with a loud and exciting hello. She told us how she had horses and some other farm animals. She said that she loved them so much and would bring us pictures to show us how beautiful they were. We finally got settled and sat in our seats. I thought first grade was going to be the most fun year, but that was the year I found out I had Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder or also known as ADHD. …show more content…
I would get constant verbal warnings. I didn’t understand why I didn’t want to learn about reading and addition. When I tried to talk, all my words would come out jumbled. I liked to help my friends with work, but I never wanted to sit down and do my own work. One day, Mrs. Redmond sent me home with a note for my mom but I forgot to give it to her. My teacher would get frustrated because when she would try to help me I would get easily distracted and forget to pay attention. Mrs. Redmond always gave me yellow and red cards because she thought I was misbehaving. She told my mom everything during parent-teacher conferences. Towards the middle of the year, I had to get a checkup at my doctor's office. My mom told him about my teacher’s concerns. That was the day I got diagnosed. Everything changed once I got diagnosed and started to take medicine. I didn’t want to talk to my friends all the time. I wanted to pay attention. I wasn’t getting the yellow or red card. I wasn’t playing with my toys that much or even eating as
From what I can remember, I have always struggled to cope with my ADHD and as a result it has proven to be a burden in my life. When I first came to my new high school in the tenth grade, I found myself struggling to control my behavior and manage my ADHD, which throughout my life has even given me several close calls with law enforcement. At the time, I wanted to go to the U.S. Military Academy (U.S.M.A.), so I decided to physically condition myself and keep my mind occupied in order to stay out of trouble. To achieve these goals, I decided to run cross country.
Butterflies, the perfect word to describe anxiety. Everyone on this planet will experience anxiety once or more times in their life. No one can avoid anxiety, except for those who live life boring. I myself have experienced anxiety many times throughout my high school career. High school life is a major reason for many mental break downs, and lost nerves.
I had a good year in first grade. I became the best artist in the class. I started getting better at English. My first word was “bathroom.” I made two friends Michelle Sherman and Karen Calle. After that I started feeling better and actually liking this school. Everything felt better and worked out great!
It was in first grade that I truly learned what the world was like., you are too fat, you are too ugly, we do not like you, you are not cool, you are trailer trash, you are so poor that you have to wear Walmart clothes... Feeling belittled, heartbroken and angered, I walked away with my head down, tears in my eyes and
As a young child, I remember having quite a few fears. These include being outside alone, the dark, “scary” movies and so on. I had never thought anything of it. Kids have fears; it’s a normal thing. At least it was normal until I hit the third grade.
In 5th grade I was diagnosed with with ADHD and auditory processing. For years I struggled in school. My parents tried everything to fix this problem, from tutors to bribing me to do my homework. In 6th grade it became a lot more difficult, and teachers seemed to have just given up on me. I had to get three tutors, five days a week just to keep up. One day my dad came home from work and started talking about a school he heard about, that school was Shelton. Shelton specializes in teaching kids with learning disabilities how to control there ADHD, while also encourage it. I enrolled in 7th grade. Immediately I was welcomed and teachers were eager to help me. I went from having C's and D's to straight A's because I didnt want to let them down.
This was what it was like for me in kindergarten when I was diagnosed with ADHD. Having ADHD made everything harder for me, I would feel a lot for frustrated than others when it came to trying to understand things and it made it harder for me to remember notes and homework.
Have you ever felt like your biggest competition was yourself? I sure did, it was a huge obstacle from how jittery I would get from day to day, how I couldn't even keep seated, how I couldn't learn. This all started early in elementary school, and as a normal little kid, we all get hyper and distracted. However, my condition was worse; imagine drinking 5 cups of coffee when you wake up, feeling like that was your normal. My mind raced like an Audi on the Autobahn. To fix this, my parents introduced me to a capsule used to treat ADHD. At first, all of this was purely a blessing, but years later it started to have some repulsive side effects. We tried switching medications: Adderall, Vyvanse, Ritalin; we tried them all.
Confined to a hospital bed, a concaved head, and amongst the aroma of vitamins and fresh flowers lie the teenager. She awakened from her comatose confused, agitated, tubes in every extremity, and immobile. She toiled for five hours a week on communication, swallowing, and cognitive functioning with me as her therapist. Fresh out of undergraduate speech therapy, terrified, and this was my first patient. She constantly moved without control or purpose, pulled at tubes, and was bumping her head where her skull was missing. It was tiring challenging work for both of us, but in a short twelve weeks she walked out of the hospital with only a scar on her head.
4 months ago I was diagnosed as Bipolar but it all started years before that. My childhood wasn’t exactly rough but it wasn't easy either. My Dad and I never got along and when I was younger he threw me around a bit.
I have been patiently waiting for my first day of school and it's finally here. I walk through the doors and see all of the kids. All with their own incongruities. Some kids are big, some are small, some are clean, and some are dirty. I finally get to my classroom and my teacher, Miss Caroline Fisher, looks at me with a stern look. I could tell then I was excited to be in school for nothing, but I knew that when she found out how smart I am she'd like me. As class went on I found out that I was wrong.
Before I begin it is probably best to inform you, the reader, about myself. I am, as I describe myself, a “high functioning” person with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. To put it plainly, I am very particular about most things and I follow a set of daily routines that must be accomplished, yet they do not have any drastic crippling effects on my day to day life. On the contrary, I find that I can use these compulsions to my advantage over most situations. At times, I consider it quite entertaining and even laughable. In my own case, an emphasis on punctual timing, organization, cleanliness and hygiene are of great importance to me. However, when such rituals are violated or compromised in any sort of way, it has the capability to cause me great
My life got stressful on first day of second grade. I remember getting off the bus, eager to tell my parents all about what it felt like to be in second grade. As I walked in the door, I could feel that something was wrong. It was something in the air, a depressing mood. Instead of being greeted by a house of warm response, it was silent. I shouted for my parents and searched around, finally finding them in their bedroom.
That was the first school I went here in the United States. The first day of school I wasn’t only nervous I was so confused. Everything was so different the climate, the people, the schedule, everything. The first day was terrible the only thing that made me a little exited was that for the first time I was going to have a locker, because the previous schools I went to din’t have lockers. The first day I looked at the schedule every minute and before entering the class room I would see the number of the classroom like a hundred times to sure I wasn’t going to go into the wrong room. I remember that when it was lunch time I went to the cafeteria and made the line to take the food, I took it and I went straight to the table and when I finished eating I went to the bathroom because I was alone and dint have nothing to do or a phone or something to distract myself. When I got out of the bathroom I saw people going in class rooms so I tough OMG I am late for my next class, because in my old school everybody had lunch at the same time so hurry up and when I enter to the class room the teacher just looked at me and I dint know what to do so I give him my schedule and he told me that I dint have that class until the other periods that I was still in lunch. This high school was also a really big public school, it had four floors. The next day when I was walking to the cafeteria I saw a girl that talked
I had never cried or not wanted to go to school. In the beginning, I was very shy and used to whisper everything in the teacher’s (Rosa) ears. I was very particular about keeping my footwear clean, while polishing shoes, I polished underneath too. My friends were artistic and were interested in art and music. In middle school, I had an amazing teacher. She was very friendly and helpful to all of us. My friends were really fun to hang out with and we clicked since the beginning. They shared the same interests with me like reading books, dancing, writing, etc. We used to bunk our art classes and play games in the class. I still talk to most of them, thanks to technology. The school once took us on a 5-day camping trip nearby and it was the best part of middle school. I loved the time spent with my friends, we shared so many secrets with each other. My favorite memory is when they took us to a beach. None of us had beach clothes so we all went into the water in our school uniforms. It was an amazing