Wednesday, April 17, 2019

I Wasn't A Dumb Child After All

One of my weaknesses is poor short-term memory. I forget names when I meet new people. I forget directions when somebody tells me where to go. I forget numbers. I forget instructions when somebody teaches me something new. I forget new information communicated to me. Almost everything which requires remembering and forgetting short-term I forget immediately. Also, almost everything which requires remembering long-term I forget immediately. I must repeat what I acquire. I must practice anything important--practice, sets, and repetitions. I must write down everything told. The probability I forget without assistance is high. Additional assistances are taking pictures, recording audio, and asking another person to remember.

I connect my poor short-term memory and my poor school performance in grade school. I forgot most ideas, concepts, and material immediately after the teacher teaches the students. I re-read some sentences two or three times. The re-reading wasn't bad reading skills. I read the words. I understood the words. I re-read because I forgot what I read. I needed to read again and again to remember. Poor reading comprehension itself wasn't my learning disability. Specialists diagnosed my reading problem as poor reading comprehension itself. I forgot what I comprehended.

My grades improved in junior high school. I maintained a 3.0+ GPA in high school. I required additional studying time. I devoted more time studying resulting in less time doing normal teenager activities.

The poor short-term memory applied in college. I was a slow note taker because I forgot what the professor lectured. I required additional time to remember what the professor said. Sometimes I remembered. Sometimes I forgot. The additional time going back resulted in missing additional material as the professor continued lecturing. Sometimes I wrote too fast I couldn't read my handwriting. Fortunately, most classes the professor lectured off the textbook. I found missing information reading the textbook.

I have been re-reading sentences less today. I can't explain it. On the other hand, my poor short-term memory continues outside the books. I continue writing notes, taking pictures, and recording audio to remember anything short-term or long-term. No problem. Nobody is perfect. I learn new job skills. I learn new life skills. I repeat learning new job skills. I repeat learning new life skills. Practice. Sets. Repetitions.

Finally, in contrast, my long-term memory is above average. I date many life events to the month and year. For instance, my first car was purchased in May 2007. My braces were removed in Aug 2009. I attended a Paul McCartney concert in July 2010. My first kiss was in Mar or Apr 1989.

Update On A Past Blog

I add another successful lesson from My Parents Raised My Correctly blog on Feb 15, 2015. Gardening is one of my least favorite activities. On the other hand, gardening is one of my parents top favorite activities. My parents removed weeds old-school pulling, digging, and using a weed wacker. No chemicals. Judgments are awarded to defendants accusing the company making Round Up caused cancer. I follow my parents' old-school if I remove weeds.

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