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| parkway - mad as israel |
[22 Oct 2008|11:33pm] |
- Israel Isaac Bianchi was born on a rainy day in October to Maxwell Bianchi and Isabelle Cavandesh. The couple were a well known power couple in upper east side New York. Isabelle was a partner in her own law firm, Cavandesh and Archibald and Maxwell was the chief of surgery at one of the most well known hospitals in New York. The couple were more than a little please when they learned of their son's conception and they welcomed him into their lives with open arms. Of course neither one of them had the time to take care of the little boy once he was born. His father was always at work for upwards of twelve hours a day and his mother threw herself back into work the second he was born, taking very little maternity leave. Israel was left to the care of two very well paid nannies.
- As a toddler, Israel was in the 10th percentile for height and weight of other babies his age, which concerned his parents because he didn't seem to be growing at the same pace as most other children, nor was he meeting all the milestones for development. While he had long since met the physical development milestones, save for the height and weight, Israel had fallen sadly behind in his speech development. The little boy could walk by the time he was nine months and could carry things objects around with him just a few weeks after that, he was well past his second year before he started to learn how to talk. Frustrated with this, his mother took him to several doctors, though they all told her the same thing that her husband told her, that he was just a little behind and would most likely catch up to the other children by the time he was ready to attend preschool.
- Israel continued to grown and continued to reach most of the physical stages of development, but his speech continued to suffer. The little boy showed great aptitude for math, understanding simple math problems even at the preschool level. But he wasn't able to string together very many sentences and when it came to reading he suffered. At this point his parents were too proud and too involved with their own lives to worry about Issy and so they simply overlooked his struggles to learn and made most of it go away with money and the right influence. Which was how Israel managed to get into one of the more expensive and hard to join private schools in the area.
- By the time he reached kindergarten, Israel had managed to get talking down, though he did so with a small stutter. Most of the kids poked fun at him for it but he was able to always laugh it off and his outgoing nature allowed him to win himself more than a few friends. Mostly just because he was persistent and was always more creative and fun than the other children that attended the academy. He was always painting something or drawing or building things with blocks or clay. Issy showed a lot of promise on the artistic side, which tended to help all of his teachers overlook the fact that he couldn't read and struggled to even write his own name.
- School continued to be a struggle for Israel as he got older but he always did a great job of hiding it. In order to stay on top of his studies he often enlisted the help of his nannies and though he never asked them to flat out do his homework for him, he always needed a lot of help to get anything done. Math never seemed to be much problem. As long as he concentrated hard enough and long enough he could make sense out of the numbers and could work out any equations. It was reading that always gave him trouble. Letters just jumbled together and words bled down the page, making it hard for him to work out the simplest of sentences. He spent hours every night trying to do his homework, sounding words out with the help of the nannies. Eventually he always got it done but it was a very painful task for a little boy who only wanted to paint and play.
- Israel made it to junior high with none of his teachers really noticing his problem with being able to read. For the most part he managed to get around it by shrinking down in his seat every time they had to read aloud in class so that he was over looked or memorizing oral reports word for word so he didn't have to read them off of note cards. It wasn't until eight grade when one of the teacher's noticed his difficulty reading. The problem was brought to the attention of his guidance counselor and she set Israel up with a tutor from the high school to help him with his work and suggested that he go to extra classes to help him with his problems but his parents dismissed the idea. The tutor helped him get through the rest of the year and he started high school with the rest of the kids in his class, but he was barely scraping by.
- High school was difficult for Israel, but it was also where he really started to blossom as a person. School was as difficult for him as it ever was but it was the first chance that he was really able to pick what he was studying and that made it a little easier. Loading his schedule with math and art classes, he took only what was required in english and social studies because it was easier for him to avoid classes with a lot of reading. By doing that he managed to make it to his senior year with a c average, which was more than good for someone who could barely read. Of course his parents spent a lot of time harping on him about it. There was no way he would get into Yale, or Dartmouth, their alma maters, with a c average and no honors classes or any other extra curriculars aside from art club and soccer. It didn't matter though, Israel was just proud of himself for making it that far, and even prouder still that he had gotten accepted to some of the colleges he had applied to, even if they weren't Ivy League.
- The whole process of picking a college was difficult for Issy. At first he looked mostly at the schools on the east coast that had accepted him because he thought it would be easier for him to adjust to being away from home if he was nearer to it. But then the more he thought about it and the more his parents put pressure on him to pick a school of their choosing, the more he wanted to get as far away from them as possible. It was obvious he was never going to be able to do what they wanted with his difficulty reading and so he ended up only looking at schools on the west coast. Ultimately, University of Nevada, Las Vegas, had the best programs for him to choose from and so he decided that he was going to end up there instead of any where his parents wanted to go. He had really only applied there on a whim and was more than a little grateful when the time came to actually pick the school as his first choice.
- Moving to Nevada had been an ordeal. His parents had wanted him to have a room on his own, but Israel had insisted on having a roommate. They wanted him to major in finance because he had always done well in math but he insisted on majoring in art. They butted heads at every turn, all the way to the color of the bed spread he was going to put on his bed in the dorm. When the couple finally made their way back to New York and left their son in his dorm room for the first night he was so relieved that he didn't even actually miss home at all. Instead he went ahead and did all the social things that being a Freshman had to offer, from the late night at the student union to watching movies with his entire floor in the dorm.
- Now that school is starting, Israel is more than a little nervous about his classes. Despite the fact that he is an art major, he knows that he has to do well in his general education classes in order to stay in the school long enough to get his art degree. His current schedule consists of an anthropology class, an art history class, one art studio and a rhetoric class that he needs in order to graduate. For the most part he is worried about the rhet class because paper writing is exceptionally difficult for him but he is taking it early to get it out of the way or in case he needs to take it again.
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