Being sick enough typically meant spending the day laying in bed, alternately shivering and burning, drifting in and out of sleep, occasionally puking, and that was still preferable to spending the day at school.
Being sick enough typically meant spending the day laying in bed, alternately shivering and burning, drifting in and out of sleep, occasionally puking, and that was still preferable to spending the day at school.
I have a learning disability when it comes to math and on the regular I’d be belittled in a very passive aggressive way by math teachers (usually men) when I was picked to go up to the board and do an equation or some such. Even being placed in special math classes I still floundered, I don’t know if I have some brain damage or what but I just can’t do it. Anyway this was way before people became accepting of people with disabilities and I get mercilessly mocked when kids found out I was in special classes. So I tried my damnedest to keep it secret that I was since I felt such deep shame. Anyway all of this compounded on me HATING school. Middle school through Junior High were hell. I didn’t start to actually enjoy classes until I got to senior year and I could pick what I actually wanted to learn.
I did well in college though go figure. Economics class was something I was good at (with a handy scientific calculator). Who would have thought years later a business major would be a commie.
I’ve noticed that my math skills improved significantly as an adult. I think part of it was getting out of my bad home life, but I’ve noticed a lot of things just kind of clicked into place (like hand eye coordination, especially) in my early twenties.