Kirby
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Especially those who have younger children that are dyslexic. I want to share a paper that my son wrote recently. He is a senior in high school and is taking a dual credit English class. I am so proud of him! He was told yesterday that he is currently holding a 97 in that class. Most of the colleges he is applying to do not require an essay but for the few who do, he is going to submit this.
The Problem
People have problems everyday, and they can be anything like work problems, or family problems basically anything. My is problem I have dyslexia ; it will follow me through the rest of my life. It will never go away and there is no cure for it. I never knew I had dyslexia, and no one could tell I had it before I started school. I was just like a regular kid with no problems.
When I started kindergarten was when my disability was shown. We started to learn the alphabet, and I had a really hard time with that. I could do everything else but for some reason I had a hard time comprehending the alphabet. The rest of the year went on, and everyday I was behind; I could never catch up. At the end of the year, the teacher pulled my parents aside to tell them I should be held back a grade, so I could catch up with the other kids. My parents refused and said I was going to be moved to first grade. I didnt know what was going on; I just had a hard time in school.
My family moved to Rockwall here I started first grade. School started and I still had a hard time with English and spelling of words. My elementary school put me in a special class that would help me with my alphabet and spelling of words. As year went on, I got a little better with the extra help, but I was still behind. At the end of the year the teacher called my parents telling me that I should be held back a grade for the same reason as kindergarten, so I could catch back up with the other students. My parents once again said no to that, and I was moved up to second grade.
When I first started second grade, I was tested to see why I had a hard time with English. It took about a month of testing, but my problem was finally figured out. I was dyslexic; my problem was with memorizing and turning words around. When they finally figured my problem out, I was put in a special class called Language Science, it is where kids like me went for help. I was in this class for the rest of my elementary years. I had this teacher, Mrs. JoAnn Horton, that taught the class, she taught me everything I needed to know. She showed me ways of getting around my disability and how to overcome my dyslexia. She started out with the basics and how to conjugate words and break them down into sections. I had a hard time writing sentences, so we would set our cards for every word in the sentence that would show the importance of the words in the sentence. She inspired me to work even harder so my dyslexia wouldnt effect me. All through my elementary years I was picked on and looked down on. I just had to ignore it and go to school to overcome my problem .When sixth grade was ending I was tested to see if I could get out of the language science program, but I wasnt ready.
So when I started middle school, I still had to go to that class. Well, seventh and eighth grade went by, and I was still looked down on and treated as if I wasnt smart enough. People used me as a easy way out because I had the books with all page numbers to answer the questions in the book. People thought I had it easy, but in reality it was twice as hard to understand.
At the end of the eighth grade, I was tested again to see if I could be taken out of the program. I was tested out of the program. That meant no more of language science class!
So here came high school, which was a clean slate for me, and harder work. Every year my grades would get better, just because that language science class has taught me to beat my dyslexia. Through that class not just my English grades got better but I am really good in Math ands Science class. People dont poke fun at me anymore, people dont even remember, but here I am now. People treat me as a smart kid, and they want my help on their homework. I am beating those kids in GPA. I am the kid that they called stupid and slow. Look at me now, look what I have came from: I am the top 20% of my class and taking a college class in English and English is the class that I had a problem with. I was born with this disability and I have learned from it. It has been a hurdle in my life that I had to overcome and it has prepared me for the rest of my life.
The Problem
People have problems everyday, and they can be anything like work problems, or family problems basically anything. My is problem I have dyslexia ; it will follow me through the rest of my life. It will never go away and there is no cure for it. I never knew I had dyslexia, and no one could tell I had it before I started school. I was just like a regular kid with no problems.
When I started kindergarten was when my disability was shown. We started to learn the alphabet, and I had a really hard time with that. I could do everything else but for some reason I had a hard time comprehending the alphabet. The rest of the year went on, and everyday I was behind; I could never catch up. At the end of the year, the teacher pulled my parents aside to tell them I should be held back a grade, so I could catch up with the other kids. My parents refused and said I was going to be moved to first grade. I didnt know what was going on; I just had a hard time in school.
My family moved to Rockwall here I started first grade. School started and I still had a hard time with English and spelling of words. My elementary school put me in a special class that would help me with my alphabet and spelling of words. As year went on, I got a little better with the extra help, but I was still behind. At the end of the year the teacher called my parents telling me that I should be held back a grade for the same reason as kindergarten, so I could catch back up with the other students. My parents once again said no to that, and I was moved up to second grade.
When I first started second grade, I was tested to see why I had a hard time with English. It took about a month of testing, but my problem was finally figured out. I was dyslexic; my problem was with memorizing and turning words around. When they finally figured my problem out, I was put in a special class called Language Science, it is where kids like me went for help. I was in this class for the rest of my elementary years. I had this teacher, Mrs. JoAnn Horton, that taught the class, she taught me everything I needed to know. She showed me ways of getting around my disability and how to overcome my dyslexia. She started out with the basics and how to conjugate words and break them down into sections. I had a hard time writing sentences, so we would set our cards for every word in the sentence that would show the importance of the words in the sentence. She inspired me to work even harder so my dyslexia wouldnt effect me. All through my elementary years I was picked on and looked down on. I just had to ignore it and go to school to overcome my problem .When sixth grade was ending I was tested to see if I could get out of the language science program, but I wasnt ready.
So when I started middle school, I still had to go to that class. Well, seventh and eighth grade went by, and I was still looked down on and treated as if I wasnt smart enough. People used me as a easy way out because I had the books with all page numbers to answer the questions in the book. People thought I had it easy, but in reality it was twice as hard to understand.
At the end of the eighth grade, I was tested again to see if I could be taken out of the program. I was tested out of the program. That meant no more of language science class!
So here came high school, which was a clean slate for me, and harder work. Every year my grades would get better, just because that language science class has taught me to beat my dyslexia. Through that class not just my English grades got better but I am really good in Math ands Science class. People dont poke fun at me anymore, people dont even remember, but here I am now. People treat me as a smart kid, and they want my help on their homework. I am beating those kids in GPA. I am the kid that they called stupid and slow. Look at me now, look what I have came from: I am the top 20% of my class and taking a college class in English and English is the class that I had a problem with. I was born with this disability and I have learned from it. It has been a hurdle in my life that I had to overcome and it has prepared me for the rest of my life.
That essay would win him my vote!
To you for getting him help while he was young.
Thanks for sharing! I am going to share this with my children who both have processing disorders...I always love a happy ending! 