And second grade…
And third grade…
And fourth grade…
Sometimes I wonder what the next 40 years would have been like if I’d gotten some help instead of just getting yelled at for being lazy.
And second grade…
And third grade…
And fourth grade…
Sometimes I wonder what the next 40 years would have been like if I’d gotten some help instead of just getting yelled at for being lazy.
Now I kind of want to look at mine again. Mostly their main complaint was that I didn’t do my homework. I did well enough on tests to mostly compensate for that. My grades suffered but this wasn’t really seen as a big enough problem (read: I am inattentive not outwardly hyperactive) to do anything about. It was only in my final semester of undergrad that I was diagnosed after college broke me. “Congrats you now have accomodations! Shame your degree is basically already completed anyway.”