I detest ice cream. Everybody would react with disbelief to this, wondering how it is possible that everyone loves ice cream. Well, at one point, I did, too. Who didn't? "Whoever can achieve 90 and above on the multiplication test will enjoy an ice cream party," our fifth-grade teacher said as he gathered the class. This made everyone in our class happy. Who would not be, after all? Every student shouted how excited they were and how easy this would be. I sat there feeling somewhat excited but unconfident because I have always struggled with math. Finally , the test is set on my desk. After that, the timer was set for thirty minutes. Even yet, it felt like a l long time. My brain was racing from all these numbers as I sat there trying problem one. I saw all of my classmates hurry and submit their papers to the basket faster than I could even blink an eye. I always felt like I was lagging behind and slower than everyone else. In a flash, it felt like I was staring at my paper. The timer sounded. Devastated, I sat there. I hoped it would be enough to earn me ice cream with the class, but I still had some questions answered. When my teacher said, "I completed grading the papers," later that day after what appeared to be the warmest recesses of the year, everyone jumped up and down, with their confidence in the thought of receiving a 90%. When each person was called up individually to view their result, they all smiled , making it clear their score was perfect or that they met the 90%. Before I knew it, my paper was the last one in the stack. Everyone's eyes were on me as I approached the desk, twitching my fingers; I felt like I was the center of attention. The large red text that reads "85%" with the remark, "keep working harder!" catches my attention. My eyes welled up with tears. However, in a hurry, I pretended to be happy as though I had the score and everyone else had been revived. While the ice cream is being scooped for each of my classmates, I sit at my desk. Turning to my left, I hear my desk mate ask, "Why did not you get your scoop?" I shake my head and respond, "I hate ice cream." I could not accept—or even acknowledge—that my thinking was not like my classmates', that school was always more difficult, or that I could not concentrate and sit still during a test. I spent the remainder of the day persuading myself that I did not desire or even like ice cream. My thoughts constantly returning to the reasons I could not succeed or why, when faced with a task or assignment, my mind would go round in circles. I saw a doctor later that week and was given an adhd learning disability diagnosis. I felt for the first time that there was a reason why my mind functioned differently. I received a lot of tools and resources after receiving my diagnosis. And above all, a response and explanation for how my brain works differently . Later, in my first year of high school, I set out to achieve a grade of 90 or higher in every subject. And I did that. People with learning disabilities should not ever be held back. I learned a perspective from my learning disability that helped me achieve my goals and overcome obstacles, as well as finish and excel in my studies and schoolwork.