How Do You Study?
Dylan’s brilliance has, apparently, only carried him through 6th grade. He’s now hit what someone on my GT/LD email list called “a wall.” He’s been able to skate by on his intelligence for years and years. Now he has to learn how to study.
I know better than to think I can teach him anything. He recoils from my advice like I’m a venomous snake. I say, “Hey, let’s go over … (blah)” and Dylan says, “WHY?! I don’t NEEEED to go over that! I already KNOW all there is to know about that!” And within minutes, we are in a screaming battle that ends with one of us storming out of the room saying, “FINE. WHATEVER.”
But his dad? His dad thinks like Dylan does. He acts like he does. And oddly enough, he probably learns the same way, too. So I asked Bill to help him.
The two of them sat at the kitchen table tonight and prepared for Dylan’s algebra test as if they were long lost study buddies. Dylan didn’t whine or moan. He didn’t fight or complain. He sat there with his notes and plodded through algebra with his dad – just like he’s supposed to do.
It was amazing. They sat there for more than an hour without any issue whatsoever. Dylan doesn’t take pills on weekends (really – why would he?) so he did the whole thing with no medication – and the tapping on the floor and beating on the table didn’t start for 70 minutes. An hour and ten minutes of STUDYING ALGEBRA.
I am beginning to think I have a lot to learn about my son, whereas up till now, I was pretty sure I knew everything.
Best of all, I think Dylan knows more about algebra now than he’s learned all year in school. We shall see…