From living in 251 to 16 and pregnant lifes a blur
Its like one never ending day. I was sitting here attempting to write letters to myself at different stages of life,😢 but I cant remember.
I can vividly remember happy moments but not estimated age range
I can vividly and audibly remember painful moments and in some cases my exact age and what I was wearing. This makes it feel like I experienced more pain than pleasure.
I wanna say thats not true because I believe thats impossible,but I cant because I honestly dont know.
As children we have so many experiences outside of home life, but when we speak about it as adults most assume a parent or parents are being spoke about.
I grew up during a time when teaches also beat you and shamed you for not doing your work or,not completing classwork.
No one ever really took the time to understand why, they just wrote me off as a bad child, a bully even.
I wasnt a bully;I was reactive. I reacted slow so it seemed as if I started it when the truth was I let things pile up from fear, then that same fear caused reaction
I wasnt bad or disruptive I was over stimulated and embarrassed, so my undeveloped brain made bad choices.
As a teacher you should notice what type of student or learner you have! But most were idiots(men) that insisted on calling to the board KNOWING I wasnt going to answer 😩😂.
Over stimulated by the child yelling out how stupid I was because I didnt know the answer, and all the others watching me so I either walked out the class or got put for not complying.
I only cared about
Science class
Art class
Recess
I loved writing to but I couldnt spell ; and could barely read according to the dumb ass school system I was in.
I’ve learned when home schooling my children, phonics was my problem and that was do to pronunciation.
According to what ive heard,read and know there where too many students to make me a priority so I became a statistic