Magally Dorado Amigon
11/ Feb/ 2020
It was another day of school, another day of learning new things and training my brain of the things I had already learned. It was all going well when the phone that was hanging on the wall rang. It was a magical tool that somehow let you communicate with anyone you wanted to and at any time. It was my name that was called. . My mom had come to school to pick me up early and next thing I knew we were on the train which was headed downtown. The both of us didn’t know what to expect. We just knew that we had an appointment for an evaluation to see if I was mentally challenged. Finally, we reached the office where the nice lady was waiting for me. As I walked into the room, I saw piles of books on top of a children’s desk to the right of me and a big desk with two chairs ahead of me.
As the time passed by I remember thinking “when is this going to be over?” Honestly, I was having fun but I could not wait to go home. I actually enjoyed reading during the evaluation session. I also enjoyed writing sentences and what I was thinking and how I was feeling. I remember telling the lady what I saw on the white cards with random blobs of paint on them. In this room I had a feeling of whether I was smart or not. I was doubting myself because out of all the kids in my class I was the only one who was chosen to be evaluated. It made me wonder if I wasn’t intelligent because I wasn’t reading enough. This is something that till this day still makes me wonder if the people in my school thought I had a disability. However, being a senior almost out of high school makes me prove those people wrong. I also had a feeling of excitement while in the room.
In this room not only did I doubt myself but I had this feeling of growth and discovery. I had discovered that I was more intelligent than I and even the evaluator had expected. She was so surprised by me being there that she even told my mom “why is your daughter here today? She is smart and is not supposed to be here?.” I remember my mom telling me that this was a waste of time because she already knew this and she had to wait for 4 hours which felt like 30 minutes to me. During this time I got to learn more about the importance of reading and writing in all of our lives. It still does not make sense to me because I would always read at home and in school, I would even read while walking down the street.