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Same circumstance as carolcat (pulled out of public school to be homeschooled) except it was because of my own undiagnosed "handicapation".
My parents always knew I was different from the other kids. I was the quiet antisocial kid who didn't know how to do anything so I always copied off of other kids behaviors to suit myself. In preschool, I was sent to timeout for hurling chairs across the classroom, but other than that preschool went alright. Cue kindergarten:
Almost my entire thought process and brain activity was derived from home. At home, I was scared silly of the water heater, fires, and smoke alarms. Why? Well, there was a warning sticker on the side of my house's water heater. On it, there was a stick figure man standing in the middle of a raging inferno clutching his face in agony. Because of this sticker, I was always thinking that the water heater would explode and I would be in the stick man's situation. Smoke alarms were scary because of the sudden ringing noise they made whenever there was fire, which in turn signified danger, which further signified water heaters exploding.
Back on topic. My kindergarten teacher let everyone have a sort of "journal time", which was really drawing pictures on blank sheets of paper which were later stored in a folder. On every single freaking picture, I always drew Chrysler Prowlers crashing into water heaters engulfing the vehicle in flames and setting off long lines of smoke alarms.
Now this disturbed my teacher, who wrote letters home to my parents. I also copied things that the other kids did and had no discretion for what was right and what was wrong. I slapped kids, threw blocks, spit on people, grabbed other people's school assignments, and even got sent to the office for crawling under tables at lunch, where I ambushed the principal and grabbed onto her legs.
After all this, my parents withdrew me from school and homeschooled me through 1st grade. They were still very young, had little money, and my brother was a toddler, so I was placed back in school for 2nd grade. I had a little more maturity in the right and wrong department, but was still seriously flawed. I also paid 0% attention to homework assignments. My mom would literally have to call my teacher nearly every day to get my homework assignments for me.
One day, I had heard my teacher say that we had to build a model train out of simple materials to show to the class. I told my mom, who was very proud of me for actually knowing what homework I had. She and my dad set to work helping me build a train. My dad got an orange juice container, which actually looks quite a bit like an Amtrak train, and had me do the coloring while he did the cutting. We fashioned an engine with a similar car connected to the back. It actually looked quite nice.
I brought it into school and set it on a table before sitting at my desk. After all the students came in, the teacher walked up and down the tables observing everyone's trains. She stopped at mine. She turned to the class and said, "Whose is this?" I said nothing, perhaps because I wasn't listening. She picked it up and saw my name underneath. She said, "Austin, you were supposed to make an
old, steam train." Ah yes, that's right. We had been talking about steam engines for what, two weeks? I didn't know, but I was thoroughly embarrassed since many of the kids laughed at me.
Due to all the problems I had with that teacher, my parents pulled me from public school and I didn't go back until I was a sophomore (but I've never been full time public schooled since). I pretty much just regret being an outcast for my entire life and I still am in a lot of situations.
