I was diagnosed with dyslexia during my 10th grade as I was slow in learning and writing. I was provided with accommodations for my 10th and 12th grade Board examination by the Central Board of Secondary Education. However, I did not use accommodations during my undergraduate study in MBBS and I had progressively improved in my scores and writing speed with the help of peers and teaching faculty and my own perseverance. With how far I have progressed scholastically, I strongly believe I can independently perform tasks without any aid.
One of the things that has been a struggle for me over the years is the slowness of my reading and the process of absorbing written materials. I was always a bad speller and had a
I never realized as a kid that I was different than everyone else who lived in my neighborhood, — different, but not better. Despite how scary it was at first, growing up in the hood caused me to appreciate life even more, and it introduced me to a new world. Its effects still stay with me today. When I was around the age or 5, my mom and I moved back to Columbia, South Carolina from Virginia Beach due to her job.
In grade eight I joined a track and field, outside of school called Ottawa Lions, and it was great while it lasted but I quit the club because it was too expensive my parents told me. So after middle school I came to Glebe collegiate institute. It was very scary at first, but then I joined the football team as a freshman and I met a lot of new people. I was one of the few freshmans that got to play in a varsity football team, and since I was under 100 pounds and the shortest guy on the team, II was very proud for myself. But one day during football practice I felt a tear in my left calf so I stopped playing football, and I could barely walk.
I was a little first grader in a huge school filled to the brim with first to eighth graders, so I didn’t know how to act yet. I caught along quickly and was understanding all my subjects and the work part of school was no problem. It was the social part of the school that I struggled in. I was like august, didn’t know who to talk to or what people would say to me and how i would respond.
A book was in the way so I moved it out the way. He got the book found the middle of the book, and got a straw out of his pocket and slurped . I gasped and he heard me then rushed out the room and out the door. I followed him but before i reached the door my dad asked me where was I going I to say concise answer so I said out
I was so shocked I said “Dad what happened, why is mom and Joe dead!!”. My dad replied “Son im sorry, Im so sorry”. I was goanna ask him if he killed them but deep down even at that age I knew he had killed them. I also knew if I had stayed I was next. I ran as fast as I could away from my dad.
so I called him dad, then he stopped. At that moment I finally understood him for once. He was demanding me to move back to Sylvan, but I couldn 't go back because August, May, and June where my family now. August stood up to him, so that I didn 't have to go back. While he was leaving I still had one question bothering me.
You see I made up my own words for the things I wanted, so once again my mother took me to my pediatrician, she referred me to a speech therapist for evaluation and it turned out I was speech delayed. I went through many years of speech therapy, and when I started school, I had to go to a special school, because in the New York City school system if you needed any kind of therapy, you had to go to a special school, the public school system could not accommodate giving special help. My mother felt that school would not allow me to grow, so she put me in private school, because they had smaller classes and I could get extra help, and every day she would pick me up from school and take me for speech therapy at another
I’ve had a very on off relationship when it comes to literacy. Up until the fifth grade I wasn’t much of a reader or writer. Then in fifth grade, we started reading really good books. Usually as a class. I found myself needing a way out of this terrible world in the sixth grade. So I started ready heavier books, like the Harry Potter series. I realized that books gave me a chance to visit a different world. One that didn’t have wars or world issues like the ones in reality. By seventh grade, I loved English class. The teacher, the assignments, the environment; everything made it enjoyable. Eighth grade, I had the highest grade in the class, which made everything I did, literacy wise, amazing. I tried really hard on assignments, which ended
I think I am a good reader. I think this because my Lexile reading level is 807-957, which I think is pretty high for a 6th grader. By the end of the year I would like to increase my Lexile level to 980-1,000. The way I can achieve this is by reading harder books and having to understand the harder books.
At lunch I sat next to Marco who i had met in a one of my classes. He told me more about how the school functions and such. Lunches here were different you could go anywhere you wanted and for the first day I hung out with Marco and then as the days progressed I didn't know who to hang out with. I spent most of my time in the library and did my
Early in my life, I used books as an escape from the harsh reality in front of me. When I was around five years old, I was trapped in an abusive and sheltered household. When the yelling started, I used to hide under my bed and stay very quiet. I would read any book that I could find to keep my mind off what was happening around me. I made myself a safe space under my bed with a light and pillows. I remember laying under there, wishing that I was one of the characters in my book. I prayed that somehow, I could be transported to another place where I felt safe and loved. However, through all that hardship, I developed a love for literacy. I would become so enthralled in a book that I could read for hours and never once look away.
Next, my mom started yelling at him because he lost his job with drinking and drugs. Finally, my mom told my dad that he has a drinking problem and that she was going to move out. Also because he wasn’t treating her right by cheating and having an affair with another woman. Kelsey, my mom, and I then move out after they have had enough with all the yelling and fighting. My mom and dad soon then got divorced and all goes good but only for a while.