BEING DIFFERENT BEING GIFTED
I was so excited to go to kindergarten. Playing and meeting a lot of kids would be oh so much fun! It did seem like a lot to get used to, though. There was something called circle time where everyone had to sit in a circle around the teacher. Sometimes she would read a story and sometimes she would play the guitar and sing songs.
But I needed to move during circle time. I ran around the circle and talked to all the kids. I couldn’t understand how everyone could sit still and listen without talking for so long! It seemed like I was always being yelled at, corrected, and told to be still and be quiet! But my brain did not let me sit.
In first grade, my friends got mad at me a lot. They said that I got too close to them when we had to form a line. Sometimes I butt ahead of kids to be first. My brain wouldn’t let me take turns.
In first grade, I thought that teacher told us to pull out our science book and turn to page ten. As she started teaching the class, I looked around to find everyone looking in their social studies book on page two. My brain wouldn’t let me listen.
In second grade, I didn’t like raising my hand to answer a question. Yelling out was important because I needed to show everyone right away that I knew the answer! My brain would not let me keep the answer in my head until I was called on and allowed to bring the answer to my lips and speak!
In second grade, the teacher told us a lot that we would have to write down our assignments when we were given homework. The assignments were always written on the chalkboard. At one point, I was going to write some things down that I had to do. Suddenly, I heard a plane, a lawnmower, and a truck. I had to look out the window to find out some details like if the plane was a 747 or 737 and if it was American Airlines or Delta. Then, I needed to know what color the lawnmower, how big it was, what was being mowed, and who was mowing it. Lastly, I had to discover what kind the truck was, whether it was a bulldozer or a dump truck, what color it was, and what exactly it was doing. Suddenly it was time to leave to go to our buses. My brain did not let me focus and write down my homework without having to find out about what was going on outside. And then it was too late. Keep Reading...
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