When I was younger, I enjoyed learning to read. Once I was able to read, I would read whole Junie B. Jones books at a time. I remember lying on my aunt's couch, reading Junie. B. Jones: Field Day Captain. Her golden retriever, Rosie, was running around with a folded sock in her mouth, like she always does when there are guests over. I was so proud of myself when I finished the book in 45 minutes, and told nearly everyone in my family about my accomplishment. By the end of first grade I had read almost the entire series. I also loved to write poems. In second grade, I took a test to see if I was intelligent enough to move to the highly capable classroom, and I passed with a score of 93%. Passing meant that I would move to a new school for the rest of elementary school, and a different score than my home school for middle school.
Once I switched schools, I quickly fell behind. I missed my friends from my old school, and didn't make many friends at my new school. I struggled with the new skills we were learning and I had a hard time focusing in class. I couldn’t start and finish a book.
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My grades remarkably improved, and the moment I finished my first book in almost a year, I felt the same joy I felt when I finished that Junie B. Jones book when I was lying on my aunt's couch. Throughout the rest of elementary school, I was able to keep up with school and did very well. Near the end of fifth grade, my best friend and I had a sleepover. In the morning my mom said, “Kelsey, Have you taken your medicine today?” I replied with “No”. My mom thought that since my friend and I were close that it would be fine that she asked that in front of her, but she was wrong. I was teased after that for having to take medication. I stopped taking the medicine for ADD at the end of fifth