Well, lazyitis is what my teachers used to say I had. We didn't have disabilities back in the old days.
True, that... I still feel pretty stupid for having one. I should be able to do everything well, dammit...:wallbang:
Yes, when I came to school without my homework, which I realise now was due to a disability, they used to hit me with a strap on the hand and call me lazy. I wonder if I could still sue them.
Unfortunately, the statute of limitations is quite a bit out on that...If you actually forgot it at home, I feel you. If you just didn't do it... My mathematical experience in school was more of this : I do the homework. I do extra work. Do flashcards. Do worksheets. Spend 2-4 hours a night doing math homework. Still make D's and F's. I wasn't allowed outside as a child until the homework was done...When I hit multiplication I really stopped being able to go outside much. Yet I made A's/B's so easily in everything else that I learned how to draw fairly well and now people mistake me for an artist. Hmm...too bad I didn't spend that time studying the math harder...but I didn't think I'd still be alive by the end of high school either. My continued sucking of oxygen has been very unplanned for. And surprisingly enjoyable.
I used to blame it on the dog. That's how disabled I was. And they called me lazy, the barstaaards! Yes, I'm having a little joke. But in a way laziness is a disability itself. Or you would have thought so. I wonder how it has survived natural selection. There must be some advantage in it