When I was a kid,
(really young) my parents were referred to early intervention, this is where I had gotten my "Light box", this was a tool that was a rectangle, and I had lights in it, and it also had shapes and transparent sheets, with colored animals on them. The "Light box" had a bag of colored shaped that could be built up and knocked down.
S lady had come to my house, and had given me things to test my hand-eye coordination, this lady had given me shaving cream to play with, and things of this nature. it was all to see where my vision was at, at a very young age, and to get me up to spead with other kids my age.
my hand-eye coordination is not the best, so I never was able to play games with flying balls.... yes, laugh you want, but it is true. This became real when i was in 4th grade, and we had what was called "field day" where each grade played against each other, it was a fun day with not class... haha. Anyway, there was Tee-ball, and I felt like I could not do it, so I spoke up and told my teacher I could not do it, and so she was trying to understand things, and trying to get me to do something I did not feel comfortable with doing by trying to help me by saying "well, what if I did this...?" I was not a fan of whatever she had come up with, and so I stat out. That was the beginning of me starting to speak up for myself, even though I knew it did not stick till middle school.
In elementary school, I had a lot of friends, and they actually wanted to be around me. I had my first ever bully in 4th grade, she was mean, she had made me not want to present on something that I really wanted to present about in front of the class. She had me cry in front of my teacher. I remember, I had actually went up to my teacher, with tears in my eyes, and told her that someone was not being very nice to me, and that I did not want to present, and she let me not present. I had come home that day, and my mom had asked what I did in school, and I had told her that I was being made fun of. She just sat there and listened, while I was telling her what had happened. she hugged me, and was supportive.
as a little girl, I actually had a lot of friends, and than when I reached middle school I found myself sitting by myself at lunch, eating alone, and not having many people to talk to, so I started to rely on myself for doing things, I had to have a lot of courage, I had gone to dances by myself and stuff like that because the people I used to hang around with, thought they were "too cool" for me, so I started doing things for myself, to keep me happy and my mind off of my vision problems, that helped me in the long run, I had gone to lectures by myself I'm my freshman year of college by myself, and found nothing wrong with it, it's when I started to make friends and doing things with them, and if they didn't want to do something, and I had gone to it by myself is where I felt weird about going by myself. moral? do things for yourself, not anyone else :)
grades
I actually got alright grades,
like no A's but B's and C's and at time, I thought that was alright, now that I look back? I could have done a lot better, and tried harder, but middle school was hard for me, because I was going into surgery every so often, so the teachers had sent home work for me to do, and stuff, in 7th grade, I did not take the PSSA, because I was getting surgery, and I was going to be recovering from surgery when the test was given, and for gym, I was in the library, which counted for my gym time, this is where I had met my one friend, and we just hung out in the library.
I had a great childhood though, I can Not complain, I had fun, tons of friends, although when I was a lot younger, we lived in a community. with no kids my age my parents wanted to only stay there temporarily, to find a house that they actually wanted. after I think 6 years, they had found a place with kids near my age, and sidewalks, and bigger houses. it was a good move, I had made neighborhood friends, and I felt like I had good friends that I could count on.
in college, on of those "friends" had met my current boyfriend (over almost 3 years ago) with me in town, and because of that, I now have some stories to tell about what happened when we had met for the first time. this had happened in summer of my freshman year, into my sophomore year. needless to say, her and I are no longer friends, she went all crazy on me saying that I was "obsessed" with my current boyfriend. that was all because I had told her I had helped my mom with work at her school to help her get ready for the next year, and than after that, my boyfriend came over to have dinner with my parents, and meet them for the first time. she had thought I was "blowing her off to hang out with him". I just thought him meeting my parents was more important than hanging out with her.
I have many more stories about that, and I will write about them later, in later posts :)
till next time
