Understand
Dear kid who groaned when it was my turn to read, when I raised my hand to ask another question because I got another question wrong, or when I didn’t finish the test on time,
It’s not because I’m lazy,
or dumb,
or I don’t try,
it’s because I’m dyslexic.
Reading is like reading alphabet soup where
The words
float and move while I try to
focus but they keep moving around and round.
The teacher calls my name and fear and anxiety rush through my veins
Do I have to answer a question?
Do I have to write on the board?
How long is the passage I have to read?
Will I mispronounce something?
Will I spell something wrong?
What if I answer wrong?
It’s in front of the entire class.
Dyslexia makes it harder to process information, pronounce words, and spell.
Please understand,
Not everyone learns the same way.
I have to try harder than most ,
To learn, to understand, and
Muttering About My Accommodations Or Lack Of Understanding Is Not Helpful.
Sincerely,
The girl two seat behind you trying to learn like everyone else
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