I remember a kid in my grade school class who constantly got in trouble, disrupted class and failed to do his work. But he was actually quite smart. It made no sense to us at the time, why he was so scattered and incapable of focusing on the work at hand. Of course, we had no diagnoses at the time like ADHD or autism.
We had good students and bad students, and because they made teachers’ lives difficult, they were bad students. We all thought so because we didn’t know any better. I often wonder what became of him, whether he ever found help that enabled him to be the smart person he was without the troubled person he was known to be.
It wasn’t fair, but that’s what it was and nobody knew any differently back then. We know better today. At least we did. Continue reading
