The 3rd grade to the 7th grade was one of the most dreadful times of my life. It all started when my 3rd grade teacher took me to a room where my parents were sitting in. She started talking to them about how I was always looking distracted or confused during test’s and assignments. She suggested that we go see a doctor about me having ADD or ADHD but at the time I had no idea what ADD was or if it would affect my life in the slightest. When we arrived at the doctors he started asking me many question about my day to day life.
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On the Thursday of my first week in my new school I was pulled from English class to the office. When I got there I saw my Dad, the principal, and a guidance counselor. A pit opened in my stomach that progressively worsened as I thought of the possibilities. I walked up to my dad and asked what was wrong as he proceeded to tell me “Do you remember
I have no idea how I maintained somewhat still as I felt like screaming and pulling my thick hair out. It’s as if “stupid” was written in bold red letters across my damp forehead. From my vantage point, I can see the classroom full of people staring at me with mixed expressions. Some were amused, others were irritated, and a few expressed pity. I once again sat there on the orange tile clueless of what my teacher was asking me.
Having headaches everyday became the new normal, eventually I just accepted it and went on with my life. A few months pass, I start to slowly get my life back. Freshman year started, life was okay considering the
Teacher don’t do anything about it. I’m just seen my mom name on my books. My book is super old. The school is super poor. A lot off class met have no hope my teachers said it.
Everything was black until my rude awakening. I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock shrieking like no tomorrow. I throw myself out of my bed trying not to fall back asleep. I think to myself, Great, another day of school, and that was my first thought, the first thing I thought about the day, but what I would be thinking later would be much worse. Tomorrow I have my first geometry unit and next week I would be having my first geometry quiz.
I at one moment was standing up and walking with no difficulty and then the next moment i was on the floor ,cheek on the floor and books scattered in random positions around me. People around me gasped and wondered if i was alright. Thankful for the people that had gathered my books and had given them back I just sat in the hallway and asked for one of the teachers to
I had a significant negative experience related to school. My first grade teacher treated me very horribly in the class. For example, when I wanted to go the washroom, my first grade teacher would sent me with worst child
It was in the yearbook class that I saw everything happen in full force. People would just stop talking to me, people were distant. I was losing myself in the whirlwind of the drama. It got to a point that even teachers were noticing but my mindset was to just get to graduation and I would be free. I got there, unharmed free of any physical damage, maybe a little mental
“You can get an ice cream headache from drinking or eating something cold too fast” – Jimmy “Ice Cream Headache” – When I first heard about the title of the book I was a bit confused and also curious about the choice of the author, why? Why a unique title like this? – was my first question. Because it is the title which makes you read and pay some attention to this story first of all.
As I was standing there trying to give my presentation but I couldn’t move on with my presentation because my anxiety had kicked in and was causing a dilemma, as I was standing there trying to give my presentation I began to sweat and my classmates began to notice that I was sweating, the minute they saw that I was sweating they all began to make fun of me. I was so embarrassed I didn’t know what to do. So I stood there and tried to power through my presentation.
That morning I woke up early as I had to be at school for 8am. I was very excited. When I got to school the buses that were to take us were already there and teachers were buzzing around making sure that everything was in order and that all students going had their consent forms. Before we left the teachers gathered all the students and told us to be careful, to stay together also for us to remember our manners, we also said a prayer as it was a custom seeing that it is a Presbyterian School. As we boarded the buses, my friends and I all headed to the back of the bus as it was considered for some
But that suspicion was too late; overcome by alcohol, I fell unconscious. Being so immature, I had no idea how to cope with the event and concealed it from every person possible, even family. The students who knew about it and even parents harassed me; I tolerated endless derogatory remarks. Ashamed and humiliated, I skipped class and isolated myself from others. Later, I sought counseling and discovered that I had been suffering from depression.
I was in pre-algebra doing homework when suddenly the teacher asked me to come down to the main office. When I got down and
