Six years ago, a very different boy walked through the door. Naively, I didn’t know who I was or what was wrong with me. I knew that I was different. Even though everyone had always told me that being different wasn’t a bad thing, it sure felt wrong. I look back now thinking how everything would have been so, so much different if I had stayed at that school, if I had done something else, if I hadn’t met Carol Ann. You can never tell how things are going to work out. I now know that you pick the right path and hope it leads you to your best destination. From testing how I worked, to getting me into special ed. which was hard to do, and finally pushing me from an easier private school to a tough public school, she began to change my life.
The more I’ve spent time with her, the more things I’ve learned. She started with my math, re-teaching me day by day, going all the way back to first grade with simple addition and subtraction until I was caught up with my peers at the seventh grade level. We did a lot of study skills for a while, until I understood how to remember things. Then we moved onto the biggest giant of them all, writing. To this day, writing is still tough, however, I know how to put my thoughts on paper.
Now, as a junior in high school, Carol Ann listens which helps me think. She also talks to my parents and understands how I work. Sometimes, she has to talk to my teachers to help them understand how best to teach me. I also learned to be proactive, to talk to my teachers myself, to not be so dependent on her. I can manage my own life now. Although I have one year left, when I walk out that door for the last time, I will be independent and understand who I am. My future is brighter.
16 year old student