Let's start from the beginning (con't)
When approaching graduation, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. It wasn't until April that I realized I hadn't chosen a college or anything. I felt so little of myself because all of my friends had chosen 4-year universities and were all set, and here I was with no plan. I enrolled in community college, but I still felt like this was all I was going to do with my life; I wasn't going anywhere.
On the first day of college, I was nervous (as anyone would be on the first day of school). When i got my first syllabus in my English class, I immediately realized high school hadn't prepared me for this at all. I panicked. I went home crying to my mom thinking, "All of this stuff is due now! I don't know how to right a paper, not to mention 4 of them! What is a thesis?!" College became difficult really fast. Assignment after assignment, paper after paper...I couldn't handle it all. I couldn't focus long enough to start my introduction section on a paper (mind you, I am not on medication). Sometimes, I would only get as far as the heading (name, class, date, etc.) before my mind would wonder off into space. I'd come back to reality about 10 minutes later and realize I had only typed my name. I'd forgotten what I was writing about, forgotten how I was going to start my paper. Then, in the process of trying to remember, My mind would wonder... again! This was a recurring cycle until I would just give up on the paper, close my laptop, and try again tomorrow.
My mother was and is my biggest support system. When she knew I was having issues, she would sit down with me and help me organize my thoughts so that I could get them onto paper. She would read the text that I had to read, any articles, sources, she would find them and pick out details and show me what it was supposed to look like. Now, I will be honest, some nights got so late, I would start having a melt down because I was tired and my head hurt trying to focus long enough to finish the assignment. Some assignments (the big papers) my mom ended up writing for me; but more like work together on the assignment. She would type and add her own thoughts as she felt, and I would feed her the information. I was coming to grips with my ADHD, and being that I was now 18 years old, I realized it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
During my senior year of high school is when I first was able to learn more about ADHD, in AP psychology (AP-advance placement; it was a college level course and if I passed the big test at the end, it counted as college credit. Plus this excited me because I had never challenged myself by taking such an advanced course). Psychology gave me no interest until the topic of ADHD had arisen. Learning about how we think, how the mind works; it all became so interesting. I thought maybe I can find out why I am the way that I am! So in college, when I had to take psychology (I didn't pass the test), I was intrigued to know more. I asked so many questions. I began to research ADHD all across the internet, finding out so many things, and that I wasn't alone.
By my spring semester, my grades could have been a LOT better. I managed to squeeze out a 3.0 GPA in the fall so I was happy. But I knew I couldn't keep this up for long and needed assistance. That's when I got back on my medication...
On the first day of college, I was nervous (as anyone would be on the first day of school). When i got my first syllabus in my English class, I immediately realized high school hadn't prepared me for this at all. I panicked. I went home crying to my mom thinking, "All of this stuff is due now! I don't know how to right a paper, not to mention 4 of them! What is a thesis?!" College became difficult really fast. Assignment after assignment, paper after paper...I couldn't handle it all. I couldn't focus long enough to start my introduction section on a paper (mind you, I am not on medication). Sometimes, I would only get as far as the heading (name, class, date, etc.) before my mind would wonder off into space. I'd come back to reality about 10 minutes later and realize I had only typed my name. I'd forgotten what I was writing about, forgotten how I was going to start my paper. Then, in the process of trying to remember, My mind would wonder... again! This was a recurring cycle until I would just give up on the paper, close my laptop, and try again tomorrow.
My mother was and is my biggest support system. When she knew I was having issues, she would sit down with me and help me organize my thoughts so that I could get them onto paper. She would read the text that I had to read, any articles, sources, she would find them and pick out details and show me what it was supposed to look like. Now, I will be honest, some nights got so late, I would start having a melt down because I was tired and my head hurt trying to focus long enough to finish the assignment. Some assignments (the big papers) my mom ended up writing for me; but more like work together on the assignment. She would type and add her own thoughts as she felt, and I would feed her the information. I was coming to grips with my ADHD, and being that I was now 18 years old, I realized it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
During my senior year of high school is when I first was able to learn more about ADHD, in AP psychology (AP-advance placement; it was a college level course and if I passed the big test at the end, it counted as college credit. Plus this excited me because I had never challenged myself by taking such an advanced course). Psychology gave me no interest until the topic of ADHD had arisen. Learning about how we think, how the mind works; it all became so interesting. I thought maybe I can find out why I am the way that I am! So in college, when I had to take psychology (I didn't pass the test), I was intrigued to know more. I asked so many questions. I began to research ADHD all across the internet, finding out so many things, and that I wasn't alone.
By my spring semester, my grades could have been a LOT better. I managed to squeeze out a 3.0 GPA in the fall so I was happy. But I knew I couldn't keep this up for long and needed assistance. That's when I got back on my medication...
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