Posted 03-06-2004 at 03:46:13
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'''while I look's for Jf to read another side of my story.
Dyslexia was my curse before it had a recegnizable name. Decifering the black board was a daily challenge I could never finish in time. Writen homework seldom/often never turned in on time/or at all.
Cursive writeing three spaces was my norm when showed this trick from an understanding soul sister:
Once write to get it down.
Secondly writen to decipher.
Thirdly writen to make sense.
Then all of what was left, carefully, slowly rewriten, hopefully without mistakes. But, never ever quit good enough. Mever ever recieved encouraging effort for any attemps. Never recognized for any improvement.
And then the system drops us, teachers ignor us, kids call us dumb/stupid.
BUT, my parents encouraged me to hang in there.
I was good at math, A wize, I could caculate the most dificult problems in my head. I liked algebra, ate geometry alive, finishing these courses with almost straight 'A.s'.
Recieved extra 3+'s `A' marks in literature constructing MacBeth's castle for this teacher's open house center piece. Without that bit of charming skuldugery I could still be the oldest ungraduated High School student of all time.
I sat in a lot of classes, recieving failing marks, but I was there listening. It's absolutly amassing what one's memory banks retain. Sentence structuring, nowns, verbs, adjitives, and the like.
Eight yrs ago encouraged to write, I've tried. My stories have been enjoyed by my neighbors and graciously have asked for more.
I'd write better had somebody taught me, instead of my having to remember only the rules.
Then write a good story, only to some realy short sighted pubishers tell me my stort's un-timely, when it is writen from real life. I still feel mistreated. doubt the feeling will ever completely go away.