Just like any other baby, my parents taught me everything. Also, being their first child, all of my parent’s attention was on me. I went into kindergarten well prepared because my parents taught me everything I needed to know to be your typical kindergartener. But when first grade rolled around, it was evident I was struggling. I can vividly remember several embarrassing times that I lay on couch in my first grade teachers classroom …show more content…
I wanted nothing to do with any of it, I just wanted to be a normal student. We soon found out that I had severe Attention Deficit Disorder and Attention Deficit Hyper Activity Disorder. As soon as we acknowledged I had a disability, my learning journey began. If I wanted to catch up and continue to learn with my class, I had to start medication and brain training right away. I went to tutoring sessions, special reading classes, and did extra homework the rest of the class didn’t do. I wanted to catch up and learn. That was when I discovered my strong quality of …show more content…
Even when my friends called me an overachiever for studying too much, I didn’t mind. I thrived on receiving good grades. I finished my freshman year Magna Cum Laude, which means I had at least a 3.8 weighted GPA. At the end of each year my high school held an awards ceremony for the students that finished the year Cum Laude or above. All my classmates were saying it was nerdy so I complained to my mom about her making me go. After complaining to her, my mom started crying and exclaiming I needed to be proud and honor myself. She reminded me of my struggles and efforts on the road to be Magna Cum Laude. All of the extra time I put in. All my dedication. All of the frustration. Whenever I want to procrastinate or I feel lazy, I remember our conversation. It will always stay with me and remind me that I should be proud of how far I’ve