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My mother tells me now that Mrs. Davis was trying to get me advanced. In otherwords, she was telling me that our school district didn't support advancement.
They eventually implemented three different levels of math and reading classes, but by the time I got to the end of third grade it was too late. The all-around damage had been done. {I wish someone was there to teach me ASIC} {I wish people hadn't fucked with my head so much}
It was early fall when Mrs. Spurgeon brought me out in the hall to have a conference with another teacher. They were discussing my work in Comprehension, which was part of our Reading class. I was kinda tickled - and scared too - because I thought she couldn't read the tiny letters and was asking the other teacher to read it with her bifocals. "Very good," said the older teacher.
A couple of days later, when I came to class, it was explained to me that an experiment was going to be done. [I am] not being punished they kept assuring me - Mrs. Spurgeon, the diagnostician, and some other dude I didn't recognize. The folder full of my day's assignment was given to me and I was placed in a small room with nothing but a desk.
"blah blah blah...if you need help...blah blah blah...You don't have to stay in here...blah blah blah". Fill in the blank was one of my favorite games. I rarely missed one and that was starting to get very boring. I had found out later that I was spelling some "very difficult words for an eight-year-old".
Initially I liked the quiet solitude of that little room, but I think I exhausted the possibilities for entertainment after twenty minutes or so. Mrs. Spurgeon seemed upset as I was trying to explain to her that I wasn't asking her for any help. When I said I was done she must have thought that I wanted out of the room. I was just bored, so she told me I could work on my assignments. I finished them; I tried to tell her.
Some time later I am given a standard aptitude test followed by another test from this dude I've never met {and for no reason I just don't like him}. I remember my parents gushing over my aptitude test results reading 8.5 math 9, but no one bothered mentioning anything about the other test. Concluding the test, this dude puts his hands on my shoulders in an attempt to gain my fullest attention. I'm hearing stuff about "people like you" and "make a difference in the world" and "using your talents" blah blah blah
I could never figure out why I was compelled to hit him. I didn't, but I know the things he was saying were confusing me. Usually people were very annoyed with my little, know-it-all self; this dude was ecstatic.
Then what?!!
Not a goddamn thing.
Not until fifth grade.
They eventually implemented three different levels of math and reading classes, but by the time I got to the end of third grade it was too late. The all-around damage had been done. {I wish someone was there to teach me ASIC} {I wish people hadn't fucked with my head so much}
It was early fall when Mrs. Spurgeon brought me out in the hall to have a conference with another teacher. They were discussing my work in Comprehension, which was part of our Reading class. I was kinda tickled - and scared too - because I thought she couldn't read the tiny letters and was asking the other teacher to read it with her bifocals. "Very good," said the older teacher.
A couple of days later, when I came to class, it was explained to me that an experiment was going to be done. [I am] not being punished they kept assuring me - Mrs. Spurgeon, the diagnostician, and some other dude I didn't recognize. The folder full of my day's assignment was given to me and I was placed in a small room with nothing but a desk.
"blah blah blah...if you need help...blah blah blah...You don't have to stay in here...blah blah blah". Fill in the blank was one of my favorite games. I rarely missed one and that was starting to get very boring. I had found out later that I was spelling some "very difficult words for an eight-year-old".
Initially I liked the quiet solitude of that little room, but I think I exhausted the possibilities for entertainment after twenty minutes or so. Mrs. Spurgeon seemed upset as I was trying to explain to her that I wasn't asking her for any help. When I said I was done she must have thought that I wanted out of the room. I was just bored, so she told me I could work on my assignments. I finished them; I tried to tell her.
Some time later I am given a standard aptitude test followed by another test from this dude I've never met {and for no reason I just don't like him}. I remember my parents gushing over my aptitude test results reading 8.5 math 9, but no one bothered mentioning anything about the other test. Concluding the test, this dude puts his hands on my shoulders in an attempt to gain my fullest attention. I'm hearing stuff about "people like you" and "make a difference in the world" and "using your talents" blah blah blah
I could never figure out why I was compelled to hit him. I didn't, but I know the things he was saying were confusing me. Usually people were very annoyed with my little, know-it-all self; this dude was ecstatic.
Then what?!!
Not a goddamn thing.
Not until fifth grade.