Hey guys I know I haven't been on here in a while but I thought I'd share a little story because I found things I wrote when I was in elementary and something I wrote broke my heart all over again. When I was in 5th grade, my teachers and everyone was worrying about how low my math scores were. I've never been good at math ever since I remember. To this day, i still don't know how to tell time on a regular clock, i still count on my fingers, i have to write out my times tables and make a dot bank and count out 6 more from 24 to find out it's 30. I always did terrible on the timed math sheets, I never finished because I took too long counting on my fingers and drawing it out. My 5th grade teacher was always irritated with me because I wasn't like the other kids. A few months later, I got an IEP in math, meaning an individualized learning program. I was never put in a regular kids math class again, I always had to leave class and go to the special ed classes. Can you imagine how embarrassing that is for a 10 year old? Besides that, I tried to make myself as normal as possible. I tried hanging out with the cooler kids but I always sat by myself at lunch, and still do to this day. My 5th grade teacher wasn't particularly the nicest person to me. She always got angry at me for not understanding anything, or not being able to know 6 times 5 right off the top of my head. Or as simple as counting by twos. She always did the 'Student of The Week' and it was always the coolest thing. The person who got picked got to bring in things to show and tell to the class at the end of the week. I was always wondering when it was going to be my turn. I remember thinking about exactly what I would bring and how excited that was going to make me. The end of the year rolls around, and I was never made 'Student of The Week', and I got immensely sad. I found a paper that I wrote 7 years ago that says, "I was never picked student of the week. Was I not good enough? I'm not sure what I did wrong. Maybe my 6th grade teacher will do student of the week" Basically what I'm trying to say is, somewhere in your life, you're going to be disappointed, not picked for something, or feeling left out. No matter what you do, no matter what grade you're in, how old you are; don't let it tear you down. Always persevere because it's going to get way better. Don't even let teachers feel like you're not allowed to be who you are. Flash to 7 years later, a senior in high school, still have my IEP in math but I'm in all senior math classes. I'm finally fortunate enough to have a normal kid teacher with so much patience, and who understands that math isn't my strongest area.
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