ADHD: A Symptom of Bad Schools?

As my grades slipped and my behavior worsened in 5th and 6th grades, I got to meet with a number of doctors and psychiatric professionals and was ultimately diagnosed with Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) and prescribed methylphenidate—commonly known as Ritalin. For several years, the drug was part of my daily routine and it was, indeed, pretty effective. While on Ritalin, I had a much easier time focusing in school.

I stopped taking the drug by some time in 8th or 9th grade because I became frustrated with its side effects, particularly a feeling that it hampered my creativity and changed my personality. Eventually I was able to find a happy-medium somewhere between intent focus and freewheeling daydreams (and between A’s and D’s on my report cards). I was reminded of this chapter of my life when I read on CNN.com about a young girl who stopped taking the drug on her own initiative for basically the same reasons I did.

To this day, I believe that ADHD is over-diagnosed and Ritalin is over-prescribed even in legitimate cases of ADHD. I’m not the only one with this opinion. The vast majority of supposed ADHD cases—including, I believe, my own—are merely a manifestation of creativity and intelligence. Being easily bored in boring situations isn’t a disorder.

Bathroom Chairpile

bathroom-chairpileWhile I was at the church for Eucharistic Adoration, I made a quick pit-stop before heading into the chapel. To my surprise, the men’s room was full of chairs . . . lots of them . . . stacked.

I am assuming that they were put there to be out of the way for Vacation Bible School, which is under-way this week, but I found it funny. One doesn’t expect tens of chairs to be stacked in the men’s room.

Of course, as you can see, there’s plenty of room so it’s actually pretty logical. After all, the adoration chapel next door used to be a storage room (I think) and may well have been where chairs used to be stacked when they needed to be out of the way. I’m not really sure though . . . I’m still new!

Friars Walkin’ 300 Miles

I read an interesting article on The Washington Post web site this morning about a group of Franciscan Friars who walked 300 miles across Virginia from Roanoke to Washington, DC. Complete with the requisite photo gallery, the article is an interesting look at their journey and some of the lives they touched along the way.

I’ve heard many stories along these lines since becoming Catholic, though mostly in Catholic-oriented media and informal conversations. The men and women who choose the religious life in the Catholic Church are set apart in their vows (including the vow of celibacy) and lifestyle, but also—most obvious to a casual observer—in dress. People within and without the Church often seem to gravitate to identifiable religious leaders like Priests, Friars, Nuns, and others in their times of need.

Nobody would ever approach me on the street with their troubles, nor would they know to approach a non-Catholic Christian pastor out for a stroll with his wife and children (as he is indistinguishable in that context from me or anybody else). A Catholic Priest, on the other hand, is usually in-uniform, rarely off-duty, and equally identifiable to everybody from his own parishioners to anonymous strangers. Thus, he has nearly constant opportunity for ministry if he chooses to make himself available. Indeed, the Friars’ journey was filled with stories of hope and service.

While these positives are the center of the story, and the most important part, it’s worth mentioning that these poor Friars were also subjected to some middle fingers and yelled obscenities while on their journey. Three cheers for basic common courtesy and ‘tolerance’!

Mourning the Death of Handwriting

Claire Suddath writes in Time about the effective death of handwriting. I have always been interested in the way that human beings capture their thoughts in writing. This has generally manifested itself in my love of typewriters and quality computer keyboards—I have a collection of both. There’s something about the translation from thought to fingers to keys to device to paper. The more archaic forms appeal to me most: manual typewriters. Your fingers move keys, which move levers, which move a striker into an ink ribbon leaving an imprint on paper. It’s direct and satisfying. Even today, in my high-tech office with all my computers and monitors, I have an old-style ‘clicky’ keyboard. I like it because it somewhat approximates the clack of a typewriter.

But before typewriters, thought were captured on paper using pen and ink. This has also had an appeal to me—I do love a good fountain pen—but my penmanship is not particularly good. Apparently this is common in my generation, where penmanship was not much of a concern in school and we were typing all our papers from middle school onward anyway. I’m not going to shed a tear for the bygone art of penmanship. Typewriters gained dominance because they were better, and then they lost their dominance to computers because computers are better. But I still found Suddath’s piece a fascinating read of how our education system has shifted focus over the years, and how the art of handwriting has changed with the times.

I, for one, will take the clickety-clack of a Smith-Corona typewriter over a pen and ink any day. And I’ll take my Unicomp Endurapro buckling-spring keyboard connected to my MacBook Pro over that old Smith-Corona too ;-).

Slow Day

It’s been a slow day. First, it’s a slow news day. I’ve hardly found anything of interest today, which is out of the ordinary but not unheard of. Second, I took a sick day from work because I woke up with a brutal sore throat and congestion. I slept late, and really didn’t do much but drink fluids and watch 007 films all day. Thankfully I’m feeling a bit better now. Vitamin C, water, and Mucinex are my friends.

Despite being sick, which is no fun, it was nice to have a slow day. I’m sure it won’t last though. I’ll probably be up to work tomorrow—working from home, at least, but probably even going into the office. Tons of stuff to do this week, and then yet another busy weekend ahead. I’d love to have a nice, slow, do-nothing weekend.

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Scott Bradford is a writer and technologist who has been putting his opinions online since 1995. He believes in three inviolable human rights: life, liberty, and property. He is a Catholic Christian who worships the trinitarian God described in the Nicene Creed. Scott is a husband, nerd, pet lover, and AMC/Jeep enthusiast with a B.S. degree in public administration from George Mason University.