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.
Eh, don’t worry too much about what “would have been”. I was diagnosed at a young age and still struggled.
I thought I was reading my own report cards for a second lmao. I got help in the 90s but it didn’t do much for me. None of the meds they tried helped at all. I basically just had to try and learn habits for keeping notes/journals (off and on for years, even today in my early 40s) and other things to try and keep me engaged.
I was diagnosed at the age of 56. It might be worth you trying meds again. I have found Strattera to be extremely helpful to me.
And I followed every productivity guru in the world for decades just to try to keep things going for myself professionally. I have so internalized that I am just lazy and need to rail on myself to keep myself in line, that even though I know it isn’t true I still do it to some extent.
Yup I’m also an “if only they apply themselves” person.
Every year, almost every teacher.
I am applying myself, Jane you ignorant slut (SNL reference).
I was embittered before 2nd grade because teachers wouldn’t answer my questions and acted like I was being a smart ass.
No, YOU just did a shitty job explaining why something is done a certain way. “Just because” isn’t a fucking answer.
College was just as bad, maybe worse.
Most teachers suck. As in about 95% of them.
Teacher preparing to write report cards: Gets out the “Could work harder” stamp and a large glass of red wine.
Some of my teachers thought I was “mentally retarded” (they still used that word back then) and others wanted me to skip grades. Sometimes literally in the same subjects. I’m still traumatized.
