My son, Alex, and I were blissfully ignorant when he started kindergarten in 1980. As a former teacher who loved school, I looked forward to seeing my gifted son excel academically.
When he entered first grade, we had high expectations. That all ended when he came home with his first-grade report card, tears rolling down his cheeks.
He said, “Mom, please don’t read my report card. My teacher thinks I’m bad.” Then we both cried.As a young student, he had trouble paying attention and was very slow finishing his work.Read more on additudemag.com