I Thought I Was a Bad Kid Until I Learned I Had ADHD.

Myelementary school teacher loved horses. Her family raised them on a ranch outside of town. There were photos and posters of beautiful horses all around her classroom, and she always dressed like she was going for a ride. Mrs. Dotson wore bolo ties, blue jeans and boots nearly everyday. And, once in a while, she wore overalls. She was a tall, stern woman with heavy arms that pulled her shoulders down in a hunch like she was lazily trotting atop her mare. But her face snarled like her work required grit, and her cheeks hung in a droop, giving her eyes a sunken, deranged look like she was drunk on her own disgust for the world. <a href="https://medium.datadriveninvestor.com/i-thought-i-was-a-bad-kid-until-i-learned-i-had-adhd-8c7ca485750d">Click Here</a>