Behavioral Issues

When I was little I never liked going to school. I started preschool when I was three years-old and I hated being away from my house that was my comfort zone and forced into a place with people I didn’t know. I also wasn’t fully verbal at the time so I cried because I couldn’t tell my parents that I just didn’t like going. 

A lot of my memories for preschool are quite fragmentary but from what I can remember I just did not like going and often cried. My mom also said a lot of times when she came to pick me up from preschool I had fallen asleep. 

When I got older I went to a different school for kindergarten after moving to Rhode Island. My preschool teacher accompanied us on a visit to the school I was going to so she could be sure that they were putting me in the correct program. I also couldn’t go to the same school as my brother because of my IEP. 

When I would be going to a new school, my parents would take me to the playground so I would get some familiarity before I officially started going there.

  I started verbalizing more during this period of time but still didn’t like going to school. 

As I transitioned into second grade I got pretty violent, throwing chairs and other objects in class that resulted me in getting taken out of the room along with threatening my classmates. Eventually I was assigned a one-on-one aide for half the day to help me and it ended up working fantastically so well that I was meeting my goals on my IEP.

For third grade I got to go to the school closest to my home but I didn’t get to bring my aide with me. I was anxious about starting another school but I remember how my very first day went great as opposed to the previous ones. Now there were some bad days here and there, but I handled this year better than the last one. One time I was misbehaving in class and the teacher wrote my name on the board.  I was so angry got up and erased my name and put teachers name on the board.   I did not not know to spell the whole last name so I put Mrs. H. 

Fourth grade I still handled school better and then my parents decided that I try riding the bus going home. My teacher actually rode the bus home with me and my other teacher followed the bus to make sure I got through it well. 

Fifth grade however I was starting to lose motivation in going to school and also developed an attitude problem with my teachers about it. I would often talk back to my teachers and be disrespectful to them as well as refusing to do my school work. But after sometime and facing discipline, I started having better days at school more and ended elementary school on a high note.

Once I got to middle school, I actually enjoyed going there more as I was in a bigger setting which allowed me to interact with more kids around and make more friends. Now it was at this point that I felt I finally started to fit in. All three grades went good aside from the occasional bad days here and there. About that issue, during a teacher meeting with my parents in which the acting up was mentioned, my dad said to my teachers if this continued to happen to give me detention. But I learned from my past mistakes which allowed me to make it through the school years safely. 

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Me in preschool (left) and me in eighth grade (right).