Reflection Paper

When I first decided to expand my education, it had been so long since I had been to school, and I was very hesitant. I talked at length about my decision with my husband and with his encouragement, decided to enroll but still was not quite sure which degree program to enroll in. I knew that this was something that I had always wanted to do since I obtained my Associates Degree in Nursing, but I did not have the courage, nor did I want to give up the time with my family and children. I second guessed my abilities and my knowledge because it had been so long since I had been in college. Now that my children are about to graduate high school and

When I entered into high school nearly four years ago, my motivations were purely academic. I was there to get the best education I could, and to maintain a standard of scholastic excellence. Of course, the only way I knew to measure my own “success” was through concrete and quantitative means; this led me to spend my Freshman and Sophomore years fawning over test scores, GPA points, and even fractions of percents in my grades. I know now that this strategy, while effective in getting me what I wanted (or at least thought I wanted), actually left me missing a huge part of what it means to be truly educated.

While in elementary school I was diagnosed with a type of dyslexia, which did not make school easy for me because I already had a speech impediment due to being tongue tied. I got taken out of class everyday in elementary school to work on my speech and reading skills. Most teachers just thought I was not intelligent and put me in the lowest reading groups. Third grade was a turning point for me; my teacher, Mrs. Eddy, saw that I was intelligent enough to understand the hardest material, and she did her own research online which no other teacher had done for me. She helped me come up with techniques to help me read with my dyslexia more than any other teacher or reading coach had in school. I even started to attend a speech class in Edinboro every other day after school. I eventually learned how to work around my dyslexia and speech impediment. By the time I was in sixth grade, I did not need any more special attention for my impediments, and I started to take school more seriously. Now that I am over that tedious obstacle in my life, I am always striving to be the best version of myself as I can possibly be. I have worked way too hard to be stopped by anything that stands in between me and my

My hardest struggle hit me like a rock, but I was not aware I had this learning disability until eighth grade. From the beginning of third grade to the end of fifth grade I would meet with my tutor, at her home, every Sunday from 2-4pm. My tutor’s name was Mrs. Thomas and if I had never met with her, and been willing to work, I would not be at the level I am today. Mrs. Thomas helped me with every English strategy known to man. She made learning fun and interesting for me. It was a sad Sunday afternoon when Mrs. Thomas told me that she was moving to Kentucky and could no longer tutor me. I was very happy that I was given that opportunity to learn in such an extraordinary manner with a such great

Learning how to read and write was a challenging task for me as a kid. I believe I couldn’t read until the second grade and that was embarrassing. Being a slow learner made me insecure, which hindered me from building the confidence I needed to succeed and get pass identifying with having a disability. Instead, I was enrolled into a special ed class that I had to leave my regular class to attend. During my special ed class all I could think about was how I couldn’t wait to get back to my regular class so I didn’t have to tell any of my classmate where I was. Therefore, my focus unfortunately wasn’t on learning, like it should have been!

In my life I have been trough many difficulties, one of the difficult times in my life was my educational past. My educational history has been a bumpy road from elementary to college. When I was younger, I went to a psychiatrist, and I was informed with a learning disability called A.D.D (which is attention deficit disorder) it is the common condition that affects children although, it is more common in adults. Because of my disability, it has been hard to keep up in a big classroom filled with 30 students. It was hard for me to focus with all the distractions that came along with a large classroom. It is a common issue for people who have A.D.D.

I struggled with social anxiety and attention deficit disorder. These disabilities were challenged daily by the standard learning expectations. The task of comprehending material was strenuous, which made me consider dropping out on multiple occasions. The teachers were puzzled on how to help me learn and assigned me into a special education class. Special education educators soon discovered that I was further advanced than the other students in that class. Educators were stumped on how to benefit my disabilities and decided to keep me in the special education classes. I felt misplaced and misunderstood that lead me to start behaving in inappropriate manners. This behavior caused my life to spiral downwards. Some claimed that the disability was all in my head and that it was just an excuse. Over the summer, I was trapped inside learning while I watched other children my age playing. To this day, I still struggle with the balance of work and

It wasn’t until my bright seventh grade teacher, Mrs. Garver saw the signs of a dyslexic kid in me before the first quarter ended that I found out what dyslexia was. She told my mother what she thought I was dealing with and how we should go about learning if I even had dyslexia. After a week load of tests and my annoyance level raising, they told me I had dyslexia. I tried to ignore what they said, the help they tried to give me, and I decided I wasn’t going to believe them. I thought they were just making dyslexia up, that they were trying to make me look stupid. After long talks with my mother and my teachers where I told them I had no intention of going to special classes, they decide to instead give me extra time to finish assignments. The extra time to do assignments really did help, I would have to re-read any assignments given to me multiple times to understand them, and I would have my mother check any writing I did to make sure it made sense and wasn’t backwards.

I have always loved going to school, but as a young child I had a slight speech impediment and a sequencing disorder similar to dyslexia. I wasn't that i was slow at learning, i learned a different way than others. I was put in special education for two hours a day while at school. Having to leave my home room class to go to another class just made things more difficult for me. I was picked on by my peers constantly and that made me feel like i was stupid and unwanted.

When I first started school I did not have the easiest time, when I was young I had dyslexia and this made it extremely hard for me to keep up with everyone else and since I was always working behind everyone else I had a hard time making friends. I would always get special treatment to help me but I never wanted it, I always felt embarrassed and I just wanted to be like everybody else but it was years before I got that, there were multiple occasions where I would go to bed not knowing if I would be able to stay in my school or have to start all over again somewhere else. So the early part of my schooling was extremely complicated and full of hardship, but this time in my life was necessary to make me the person I’m today, I learned so much

As a kid I have struggled in school and in reading. I had found out that I have a learning disability when I was in elementary school. I was put in special education classes through elementary all the way until now. In elementary school I was put into a speech learning class all the way to my junior year. I could never read as well as the other students. But in middle school I started reading graphic novels and I loved them, for some reason they were easier to read. I also made a lot of new friends just because of those types of books. In elementary school I had a 4th grade reading level but when I passed my speech class in high school my junior year I had a 10th grade reading level. I basically spent my high school career in the library. If

In sixth grade I became conscious of my learning disabilities when my classmates were able to process complex problems faster than me. Frustrated about my academic skills I wrote my parents a note to ask them for additional support. My compassionate, kind parents understood my needs and immediately obtained tutors to help bridge my academic needs.

I believe that my learning disability of dyslexia,that caused me some difficulty in grade school,has shown me an appreciation for discipline.AT times learning was hard for me,and at times I was not motivated.Many times my difficulties also caused me to work harder to overcome,the disability,to master a subject.I found this true in math,where I had a very hard time in the fourth grade learning long division,and advanced multiplication.Sometimes my overcompensating effort caused me to excel.I believe that my experiences as an adult,and my Christian faith has matured me and helped me in these learning areas,and I see the point of learning certain subjects more clearly.I can see the forest for the trees better.The learning disability has helped

I was privileged enough to have done my kindergarten and grade one at the now historic Primary School which closed when after my grade one year due to bat infestation, sounds safe. I then moved on to Peachland Elementary school where young Kitty wasn’t seen as the brightest bulb in the box. In grade 6 when graduation on to middle school and a new town of Westbank where the school was they told me I was going to struggle because of my ADHD. I look at that diagnostic and somewhat false and hurtful, because it made it seem like they had no lust to make me succeed. As the end of 7th grade came around I had worked hard to try and prove to my elementary school that I can

When I was in first grade, I was having trouble spelling, reading, and recognizing the letters. Unfortunately, my parents were neglectful about my academic performance and did not care about the referral letters for my teachers. However, in eighth grade, I was evaluated by a professional see what learning disability I had. The learning disability was dyslexia. After being diagnosed, I would inform some people about my learning disability. After informing people about my cognitive condition, I noticed the person would help me too much when it came to reading, writing, and pronouncing words. Besides trying to help me when not asked too, I noticed people would look down at me. I started to notice how I was different from my classmates when my