<p>What do you think I had help from two teachers, I just want more people to look at it.
Any help with grammer, or title suggestions even would be amazing. </p>
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<li>Let me know I'll pm it too you</li>
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<p>I’ll read it</p>
<p>Okay I am having problems with sending it. so Ill post it.</p>
<pre><code>Imagine the shock my 24 year old mother felt when they doctors told her, her newborn baby may not survive. If by some chance she did survive, she would never be normal. Weighing in at just over a pound, I needed the assistance of a ventilator and feeding tubes just to make it through four months in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. When I finally came home I still needed to be on a heart monitor. This persisted until I grew the strength to begin to crawl.
As a toddler while I was crawling, other kids were walking. In the meantime while other children began to talk I continued with my baby language. I felt like I fell short at everything. This only became more evident when school began.
In school I was unable to keep up, and was sent to what I called my “Special class”. Every morning I would report to my second grade teacher. When the announcements ended I would proceed before a classroom of stares to Mrs. Piccerillo’s room. We all knew where I was going, I was one of “those” kids. One of the kids who was too slow for a regular lesson. Instead I would spend my days learning alongside kids with ADHD, Dyslexia and Autism. Although, I did not have a defined disorder, instead I was just slow. I was unable to comprehend simple meanings such as first place, second place and third. I did not know what my rights and lefts were, and would often confuse them. I struggled with math and spelling. After two years in these classes, it was decided I would not be able to handle the third grade. So the decision was made to hold me back. While my friends moved up to the third grade with new teachers, in the new section of the building. I remained in the second grade. With the same teachers and younger kids.
This disappointment was only tempered by the help of my teacher Mrs. Piccerillo. She believed from the start that I was intelligent and didn’t belong in “Special Classes” and it was with her help that I moved beyond “Special Classes”. Along the way I still had to go the extra mile. While children went to lunch and recess, I went to a classroom and would sit with a teacher and go over English terms and math problems. After school when kids would go home and play, again I would be in a classroom reviewing what I had learned in school that day. Through this help though I soon discovered my love of reading, and soon I was reading everything. To some what was school work, reading to me allowed me to escape the harsh reality I called life. I continued this way all through my last years of middle school. All this had a silver lining though as I was reading / seemingly disregarding that I was climbing higher into my academics and exceeding what doctors though possible.
As I progressed into high school I continued to do well in my classes. My freshman year I took my first two honors courses in English and Science. I continued this through junior year. It was junior year that I picked up my first AP course, Psychology and did well. Being born weighing just over a pound, I have now progressed to where I am able to succeed in accelerated courses. I had to break through many barriers along the way. My life while difficult at times has made me who I am today. With this behind me I am now looking forward to my next challenge.
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<p><em>Bump</em> really nothing?</p>