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.
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.
Eh, don’t worry too much about what “would have been”. I was diagnosed at a young age and still struggled.
Sadly… probably not much different if you got the help. My kid has all the help there is, since we know what it is like. The help isn’t very effective until they reach the age of reason.
Teacher preparing to write report cards: Gets out the “Could work harder” stamp and a large glass of red wine.
Now I kind of want to look at mine again. Mostly their main complaint was that I didn’t do my homework. I did well enough on tests to mostly compensate for that. My grades suffered but this wasn’t really seen as a big enough problem (read: I am inattentive not outwardly hyperactive) to do anything about. It was only in my final semester of undergrad that I was diagnosed after college broke me. “Congrats you now have accomodations! Shame your degree is basically already completed anyway.”
Mine was all about not doing homework but my grades only dropped 1 level because of it and I was an otherwise straight A student (except in math; I got Ds in math). I wasn’t even in school anymore when I was diagnosed on just a routine checkup where I was looking to get a referral for a therapist. Didn’t think it was ADHD because it only became problematic years after high school. And I didn’t even know about Borderline Personality Disorder at all until they said I had that too.