One of my favorite readers and I were chatting on Facebook. She was explaining how her fifth grade boy loved my writing. He thinks I am cool and likes that I have ADHD, just like he does. He is clearly a fine judge of character. He also has excellent taste in hats. I asked Elliot if he would like to write a blog post for my site, and he agreed with great excitement. He has done so, and I have to say, this is the most honest thing I have ever read. The main requirement one must have to write for me, is that they must be awesome. Elliot has met this requirement, and he will read any comments you may have for him. His name is Elliot, he is my youngest fan, and he is my friend.
I am Elliot and I am 10 years old. I am in the 5th grade. I am ADHD. One of the things that makes me mad is that I am ADHD. I want to be normal like all the other kids. I do not want to take medicine. I don’t like the medicine. I do not feel anything. Nobody else I know takes medicine. I do focus better but I still get mad about taking it. I try to get out of taking it and my mom watches me swallow the pill in the morning. That makes me mad too!
In the morning I do not like to get up and get dressed. I always get mad and argue with my mom about getting ready. I don’t like being told what to do. My mom yells that I am going to be late, every day. I have been better lately. My teacher emailed my mom and told her to have me there earlier in the morning.
I wasn’t getting my math morning work done. In school, I do not like my reading teacher. She yells when I don’t turn in my homework. She is mean because she is old, I think. I forget my homework at home and sometimes I just forget to write down what I am supposed to do. Then I do it the next night. She yells a lot in the classroom. I get mad when I get a bad grade on a test. I want a good grade, not a bad grade. Sometimes I do not have enough time to finish a test. Sometimes I take too long on a question.
The other day I got mad and put my knees up to my chest, pulled my hood over my head and zipped up my jacket and circled “c” for every answer. I didn’t care. It was reading class. When I have to learn new things, I get angry. I do not like to have to learn new things. I think I should already know them. My mom says everyone has to learn new things. She says it is impossible to know everything and that is why I go to school.
Change makes me get mad too. I do not like change. I like things to stay the same. I do not like to do different things. My homework takes a long time to do. My math homework takes most of the time. Sometimes I draw on my paper instead of doing the problems. I get angry when I cannot go outside to play with my friends. I know that I am taking too long to do my work, but I do not care. I still get mad and throw my pencil. When I am playing outside, I get mad when I have to stop doing something to come in for dinner or for bed. I get mad when I have to stop playing my video games. I am good at my video games and then I have to stop when I am in the middle of something important!!
My dad makes me angry when he says he will do something with me and then he doesn’t. He says he doesn’t have time. Sometimes I think he is just lazy. He does things with me but not as much as when we lived at our other house.
Chores are something I hate to do and I get mad. I do not like to do them and will lay on my bed instead of doing them. I have to clean up my room and clean up the bathroom. I always throw my clothes on the floor. My hamper is in my room, but I still throw them on the floor. I get mad because I waste time not doing my chores and then I can’t play Xbox or with my friends. I get mad at my mom because I don’t think I should have to do chores. I always have to stop watching TV shows because my mom says that they are not good for me to watch. The ones I want to watch are the ones she doesn’t like. That makes me mad. I want to watch them. Sometimes it is because I have to take a shower. Sometimes it is just a show for older kids or moms and dads and I am not old enough to see it. That makes me very mad.
Those are some of the things that make me mad in a day. Some days I am angry about all of them, some days, not every single one. I do get angry lots of times during the day. I usually say mean things at my mom and dad when I am mad. I do not at school. I just sit there mad and do not do my work. I get the Xbox taken away a lot and now I cannot watch Scooby Doo until I am dressed in the morning.
That is my story about all the things that make me mad.
I am Elliot, and you are welcome.
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