Dyslexia
by Elizabeth Hyland
Imagine this: You are in seventh grade and are starting to try to look good for your peers. You think about what you wear; you watch what you say and what you do around your classmates. You stand up to read a passage from a story when your teacher asks you to read. You feel pretty confident that you can read. You get to the first word and you draw a blank. You start stumbling on your words; you really can’t figure out even the first word in the sentence you are to read. Your hands become shaky. Your eyes get really big. You are suddenly aware of all the whispering that going on. As you try to get farther and farther in the reading the whispering gets louder and louder until embarrassingly the teacher says that she’ll read the passage because it is taking you too long to do it. You sit down with your red face in your hands on your desk. You’ve known that there is something wrong with your for a while, but nobody else around you has. Your teacher tries to get the rest of the kids in the class quiet so that she can read the passage that you were supposed to read. Even though your head is on your desk, you know the entire class is looking at you.
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