Learning at Its Worst
Growing up learning was actually the hardest thing in the world to me, Due to the fact i have ADD (attention deficit disorder). On the other hand, I dont actually consider ADD a disorder, because what I now notice is that Im more creative than others,and I notice things that others usually dont.
With experience I now know that school and ADD do not go together. In Kindergarten I remember closely examining my little intrigued peers and the way the classroom was so dull it made my heart and mind cry. Gray walls and brown tables were not classy to me, but i remember that i use to try and replace the walls dull colors with my mind and imagine the school classroom as a place I wanted to be. I listened to the heavy clocks tick and watched the children squirm in their chairs instead of listening and looking at the teacher. Even when I made constant eye to eye contact with the teacher my mind would wander like a lost puppy.
Every day going to school was dreadful. The doors were like stinging bee, and the papers were screaming “Failure.” As the kids got golden stickers, I got continuous repeats. Words like: LIsten, focus, pay attention! were my enemies. As it took kids 5 minutes to do their work it took me 20. There was one thing as a kid that made me feel like an actual functioning kid: writing. Writing keeps my mind flowing like a pianist with 20 fingers playing a sad soothing song. As a kid paper and pencils were my remedy to actually feeling like a normal kid.