Something happened that began the night before last night, but I don’t want to blog here about it because I am saving it for a Guest Blog post that Rara has invited me to do. I see that shocked look on your face, I know. I am gobsmacked myself — an A-List blogger wants this D-List blogger to whip something out to be featured on her blog!? Is she nuts?? Did she just discover the crazy effects Ganja has on ideas? I don’t know. Or she could just really like me. I am gearing more toward the Ganja.

I didn’t write yesterday because of the thing occurring and I know I needed to put something in today because I am compulsive when it comes to blogging. I miss a day and I feel deflated. So I was pleased when I came about today’s Daily Post Prompt:

Describe your last attempt to learn something that did not come easily to you.

There are some things that I don’t think apply to this because they will always be things I am learning. Like having a stable relationship, boundaries between people, anything with human behavior is off-limits to this. That’s under the category of always being a learning process. It’s not anything set in stone.

That being said, it doesn’t leave me with much else. I am not saying I am so intelligent that I am a freaking genius and people should bask in my glory, but I could possibly say that if I was without a filter and a little lot bit neurotic like that of Sheldon Cooper in The Big Bang Theory. Things come naturally easy for me. The way God chose to balance my quick learning skill was to make it so it would be extremely hard for me to have a direct route to utilize it. That and the gift of bipolar disorder. He made me indecisive, self-conscious and moody. Damn him. Oh, don’t worry. He and I are [likethis]. We go way back. Focus on your own relation/non-relationship with him, please.

It started when I was in Preschool. I was naturally shy, but when we were learning and doing work, no other person but Miss Star existed in that room. My eyes, attention, ears were all focused on her. My hand was the first to go up when she asked us a question. I was a perfect really good student. That took me into Kindergarten and there was where I was taken out of the class one day and they tested me without my knowledge. A couple of days later I was given an envelope to take home to my mom. I cried all the way home on the bus, I was certain that I was in grave trouble. I gave it to my mom (I was never a rule breaker, tell me I had to do something, I did it) and she read it in front of me and started laughing. I looked at her like she was fucking nuts. She got down to my level and said, “Sarah, you’re not in trouble. This is a letter to tell me they want to challenge you more.” [insert my bizarre look here] “They want to put you in gifted.” And then she went on to explain what all that meant. In Virginia, back in whatever year I was in Kindergarten, they did it like this. I would start with my regular class in the morning and then I would be called out of the classroom to go to another room. We would do work and then play and then for reading they would take us 1 by 1 and I would read to a teacher. I was reading chapter books in Kindergarten, 4th and 5th grade level.

I am not going to say every class I had in my academic career was easy-peasy, but I maintained honor roll and Principal’s list in Virginia, and then held A’s-B’s through my schooling here in Florida. Which to tell you the truth, Florida schools suck. I’m not blaming the teachers, but the school board and the curriculum is crap.

I am intelligent, but my decision-making skills and my self-disciplinary skills are quite lacking. I almost graduated high school early in my junior year, but dropped out of that program because it was boring. There was no class structure, it was sitting in front of a computer (think old computer with those big bulky horrible resolution monitors) working at your own pace and logging your own hours. That gave me too much freedom. So what did I do? I dropped out in my senior year of high school only needing 2 credits to graduate. That’s 2 classes. That means I was in school until 11 in the morning, the rest of my day was free.

I went to community college the following fall based off a diploma neither I or they knew was fake. I was making A’s in all of my classes and I dropped out because it felt like “the 13th grade”. Had I finished that semester, I would have been grandfathered in meaning I could continue taking my college courses and obtaining those credits, I would just need to get my GED before I received my AA (not to be confused with alc-anon, I’m talking Associate of Arts degree).

The only time I carry discipline is when it comes to work. I will stick with a job no matter how miserable I can get. Doing so has given me a lot of accomplishments. I can work with anybody; no matter how cranky, crazy, idiotic they are. I excel in customer service, you can rip my head off and shove it up my ass, but you’re damn well going to leave with a smile on your face and come back tomorrow. I have a customer service award to prove it and a numerous amount of customer calls with my name on them, and I had regulars. Yes, as a pharmacy technician, I had people who would only come in when I was working. I also trained my fellow coworker so well that she gained her own following and took my lead position when I left. Out of everything I accomplished and experienced, that was my proudest moment. Even if I had only accomplished that and hadn’t received the award, I’d have felt successful.

I also passed my National Certification test the first attempt without having studied. I was for sure I was going to fail, especially when I was being asked the hospital formulas and equations, hospital pharmacy is quite a bit different from retail.

With all this gloating said, I haven’t come by anything that was difficult for me to learn. I was born to learn. I didn’t know this about myself until now.

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*And you learned how self-involved I can truly be. If you actually made it through this post. Kudos!