PrintTaking ADHD to School
I was a weirdo in school. Case closed. As a weirdo, you eventually accept guys sneaking up behind you and pushing the big stack of books out from under your arm. (I always carried all my books with me -- as an ADHD student, I was never sure which ones I’d need.) Then, when I’d bend over to pick them up, my glasses would fall off.
At my 20-year high school reunion, I ran into the same guys at the bar, and as we talked -- all of us adults. For no reason, the left lens of my glasses popped out and fell on the floor. When I bent over to get it, I hit my head on the edge of the bar, and my glasses fell off my face. The guys couldn’t stop laughing. As they walked away, shaking their heads, I saw twenties change hands.
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