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I listened to a story told by a Columbus police officer about a call he got about a kid who was aggravated but wouldn't tell his mom why.

He realized that the kid was autistic and he managed to get the kid to say why he was mad. He told the officer it was because he missed the bus to school. He asked the kid if he wanted a ride, to which he said yes and he drove the kid to school.

He got out and ran inside, very happy as the officer pulled up to the front of the school and opened the door. The part of the story that stood out to me is the idea of a kid wanting to go to school, which is so foreign to me.

I went to school in Connecticut, where I lived until the age of 18 before relocating to Texas. Throughout most of my childhood and teens, I struggled with ADHD and finding the proper medication was a needle in a haystack.

This led to me struggling to put puzzle pieces together and breaking things down logically. I would eventually do great through high school and very well in college in both my in person college in Connecticut and online college courses in Texas but I still didn't like school.

Throughout school, I absolutely hated it. It was endless torture and I never enjoyed one minute of it. I went on as many field trips as I could, not even wanting to know where the field trip would take me because to me, literally anywhere was better than staying in school.

Although since getting medicated properly when relocating to Texas where medication options are more plentiful and affordable, I don't mind writing essays and get them done quickly.

It got so bad that in middle school Through high school, I tallied each day to keep track of when school would be out.

Do you like school?