that nearly happened to me, because I was so shy and quiet I wouldn’t speak to anyone. My teacher told my mom her fears, my mom laughed in her face and asked, “Have you tried letting her read you a book?”
anyway the next week they tested me and they decided that, as a matter of fact, I was gifted, not retarded.
Zippygirl
05.Sep.01 at 9:07 pm
When I was in kindergarten, my teacher wrote on my report card: “Jenny’s sweet but not very bright.”
I’ve never quite gotten over the feeling that I’m just not as bright as the other kids.
paige
05.Sep.01 at 11:21 pm
i lied and told my grandmother that they made us pee in the sandbox, in pre-school.
i know that has nothing to do with this, but it’s what i thought of. sorry.
Sounds way too familiar. I started kindergarten at age 3, unbeknownst to everyone except my parents and the school principal. Damn teacher kept saying that I was “somewhat socially lagging” behind the other kids. Once she found out that I was two years younger than the rest, she changed her tune. When I reached middle school, all the other girls had boobs and liked boys, while I was still wearing Garanimals and playing with Barbies. Thankfully, by then all of my teachers knew how old I was, else I would have been remanded to special ed for the rest of my damn life.
that nearly happened to me, because I was so shy and quiet I wouldn’t speak to anyone. My teacher told my mom her fears, my mom laughed in her face and asked, “Have you tried letting her read you a book?”
anyway the next week they tested me and they decided that, as a matter of fact, I was gifted, not retarded.
When I was in kindergarten, my teacher wrote on my report card: “Jenny’s sweet but not very bright.”
I’ve never quite gotten over the feeling that I’m just not as bright as the other kids.
i lied and told my grandmother that they made us pee in the sandbox, in pre-school.
i know that has nothing to do with this, but it’s what i thought of. sorry.
Sounds way too familiar. I started kindergarten at age 3, unbeknownst to everyone except my parents and the school principal. Damn teacher kept saying that I was “somewhat socially lagging” behind the other kids. Once she found out that I was two years younger than the rest, she changed her tune. When I reached middle school, all the other girls had boobs and liked boys, while I was still wearing Garanimals and playing with Barbies. Thankfully, by then all of my teachers knew how old I was, else I would have been remanded to special ed for the rest of my damn life.