Individualized Education-Personal Narrative Analysis

As I sit in an extremely hot room asking myself why am I here? The week before school starts. I am sitting in a small conference room with my mom, dad; and two other people, I think they are teachers. And suddenly the man who looks like he was out in the sun for too long is reaching out to shake my hand. His hand was clammy and softer than I expected. While we were shaking hands he and that he was the vice principal and he is happy to meet me. When we released hands the younger looking women shook my hand for a shorter amount of time than the man did. She also introduced herself, she said she was my Individualized Education Program teacher. To be honest I had no idea what that meant but I just went with it. She handed out large packets of papers to everyone.
I emiltly saw my name on it.
At this moment I now figured out this meeting is about me but I am not really sure why Do all incoming freshmen have a meeting like this? I asked myself. I diced to further read the packet that was handed to me and ignoring the small talk my dad is having with the vice principal. It was something about fishing, the normal topic my dad talks about. I saw Individualized Education Program writing over and over again and now I figured that it was probably imported and why I was here. As the meeting went on they explained to me that I have an IEP (Individualized Education Program) this means I have a learning disabled. After she said that I was extremely confused I have never heard of a learning disability and now I have one. She also explained that I was at a 7th grade reading level and a 6th-grade spelling level. She also added that I was at a 10th-grade math level which is really impressive. I ignored the math comment as the word 7th-grade reading level and a 6th-grade spelling level keep reaping in my head. How could that be? I am starting 9th grade in 6 days and I am at a 7th-grade reading level and a 6th-grade spelling level. How am I ever going to
survive?

Looking back at this moment I realized that this was the first time someone actually told me that I had a learning disability. Before teacher would say I need some “extra help”. And yes they were correct I did need extra help but I never understood how much help I really need or why I need the help. After knowing that I did have a learning disability I looked at learning in a different way than I ever did before. I now understand that I don't learn like other and that it takes me more time than others. I also figured out what techniques help me learn and what really don’t. I also don't allow my learning disability to hold me back for anything I would like to do. I know my learning disability is not an excuse just a reason to work harder. Now as I finish high school I answered my question that yes I will survive high school but it was not easy. But I do not have the question if I will survive college I know I will and I know it will be challenging but I am able to accomplish anything I put my mind to.