My Letters Dance
My Letters Dance
It all started in the second grade. I was listening to the other students read out loud and when it was my turn I just couldn't keep up. I remember getting laughed at and called stupid. I remember the other seven year olds telling me I shouldn't be in their class and that I needed to try first grade again. That same day, when my grandmother came to get me from school I asked her if I was stupid because my letters dance while I tried to read. The look she gave me was ... confused but understanding at the same time. She told me I was the smartest seven years old she ever met. So I pulled out the book that the class was reading that day and I tried, I tried to do what I couldn't in class ... I tried to read it but I couldn't. I kept getting stuck on the same words over and over again. Feeling like a broken record, struggling to get the next verse ... I just didn't understand. Why? Why couldn't I do what everyone else did so easily? Once I got home my grandmother sat me down at the table, she asked me to write a few words down. I thought I was doing fairly well but each time she walked past me she gave me the same look ... confused but considerate. After the test was over she told me learning was going to be a challenge for me because I'm something called "Dyslexic". I asked her why and she told me it was because she is and that God saw a little bit more fight in me than others. I was confused, how could God, someone who's supposed to love me leave me with a burden like this? I asked ifI could be fixed, she told me she was going to help me every day and she did. By the end of second grade my grandmother had me sounding everything out for her to hear, the back of cereal boxes, signs at stores, and everything at church ... everything. Over the summer my grandmother and I traveled. And everywhere we went she made me read, restaurant menus, road signs, and the newspaper daily.
My grandmother was my "champion" before I even knew how to spell the word. She always motivated me to do better and to never be afraid to anything, especially to read. She's what drives me still to this day. My grandmother is my backbone and now that she's gone ... it just makes things harder than before. I have to make it, not only for me but for her too. My grandmother was always there to wipe my tears and watch me succeed. She was the most amazing women, she always showed me the positive when it seemed like there was no such thing. She made sure I kept my head up when others tried to discourage me and she had the supernatural power silence the voice in my head telling me I'd never amount to anything more than a stereotype.
Eight years later I'm still in school and I have a 3.5 grade point average with no help from an I.E.P. I can tell sometimes I'm not reading as fast as everyone else but, that just means I'm trying to get a better understanding of what I'm reading. I've learned all types of ways to make my studies a little easier like taking my test backwards and using my own symbols when taking notes. I'm still a work in progress but I've improved tremendously over the time. I'm a junior in high school and next year I'll graduate.
After graduation I'm going to Kent State, I'll major in child psychology and become a therapist. I want to work with children because I know everyone doesn't have a champion like I do. I know there are people who could do better if only they had someone to listen to them and a little guidance. I want to impact the world in the best way I can and I feel like helping to shape the next generations is the greatest method for me to do so.