Personal Narrative: My Experience With Reading Disabilities

Reading was my only solace from the realities of struggling in school and not having many friends. When my reading addiction persisted into high school, I started to realize the severity of my actions, and how failure in high school was not an option. I took it upon myself to give up this obsession. Of course, I never expected my withdrawal to be easy, but I understood that the rewards would be worth it. Initially, I was always cranky because books were all I could think about.

When I was in elementary school I wasn’t the brightest kid. In fact, I always got B’s, C’s, and sometimes a D at school. Despite getting that score, my parents rarely got mad at me. As a kid, I would always wondered why my parents never care about it, and a lot of time I would think to myself that none of my parents is actually care about me. Going home from school, I got jealous of my friends that got picked up by their parents.

She used the same techniques from grade 7 to teach grade 10’s so they did not work as well. An example of this was when she read the story ‘Ulysses’. After reading it Charlotte mentioned “ after that, it was difficult to hear her. Guffaws sprung up here and there throughout the room” (Wilson 229). This showed that the kids did not really care

My reading was very poor and my writing and spelling was even worse. No matter how hard I tried, I could still not spell or read well. At the age of 10, my mum decided to take me to get tested for dyslexia as my reading, writing and spelling for my age was still extremely poor. After the vigorous testing, it was discovered that I suffered from severe dyslexia. I was encouraged to read and write more.

More importantly, his writings had a disturbing amount of violence in them, throughout middle school. During his high school years, he had poor social skills; he would not talk and was withdrawn. However, there were conflicting reports from students in regards to whether he was bullied or not. Despite other student’s uncertainty, Adams parents were adamant that he was

Imagine that you have been trying something hard for so long and then finally just quit. I have always had ok grades here at Lowell Middle School. this year I started to go in the lower range of grades like D’s to C’s.But other years at lowell schools were not even close to years like this.And getting bad grades created a wildfire in eigth grade for me.This is a big problem because this could affect test and exam scores. I have never been excited about bad grades because most of my friends get good grades.This year I have become the kid that the teacher talks to after class because of them having a failing grade. My family does not get excited about me getting bad grades.My mom has been trying to find me a tutor but has not been very successful in finding her task.I say to my parents that i am trying my best to find and get help from teachers and fellow students but I think to myself that i have been lying becasue i have not been trying my hardest.

For instance, “In short, standardized testing and teaching are all too often in conflict”( Rapple, B., 2017, 197). This text shows that schools are fighting with each other to show who is best. Additionally, the example “Weaker pupils, those perceived as unlikely to pass, were also often neglected by teachers”( Rapple, B., 2017, 195). The weaker pupils were neglected because the teachers want to train the best students for the test, so their school gets a higher score vs the rest of the country. Lastly, the author states, “Many were left ignorant of how to apply arithmetic in day-to-day life”( Rapple, B., 2017, 195).

I knew a girl in high school that had a learning disability, so she was put into separate classes with other students that had similar issues. She was segregated from the rest of the school, and the only time she really got to interact with anyone outside of her specialized classes was at lunch or in the art classes she’d taken. I remember her despising the school because no one seemed to understand that just because she struggled to keep up with the rest of her classmates, didn’t mean that she was stupid. She knew exactly what people thought of her, that they pitied her, and she felt really isolated as a result. Everyone at my school was careful to be nice to all of the disabled students, but I think that in some cases, the separation from their peers did more harm than good for these special needs students.

For this essay I would like to talk about the time I felt like a total failure and overcame it. It was first semester, 4th periods Honors English 3. I had heard a lot about Mr.Smith before even beginning the class. How much of a pain he could be, how rude he was and how he would always be sarcastic with his students. After hearing this I was terrified and didn`t know what I was getting myself into coming into it.

We have always had learners with learning disabilities in our classroom but each time professionals or teachers have failed to recognise them as learners who need special instructions and attention. These learners have been always recognised with confusing and controversial labels like slow learners, neurologically disabled, perceptually disabled, dyslexic etc. These labels were given by various professionals who assess the disability and hence, are so varied. Over the years, many different terms have been consolidated to formulate one term for this disability which is known as Learning Disability. (Lerner, 2000) As mentioned above, the disability was labelled in different terms by professionals of varied disciplines.

Shonquasia stated that he mom do not understand her , Shonquasia stated, that she do not have any real friend and she spend most of her time in school alone. Shonquasia stated that she do not trust people. Shonquasia stated, that she just ended a relationship and is trying to cope with it. Shonquasia

She didn’t know what to do. “And I suddenly had such a vivid flashback that I completely lost my train of thought.” She talked about a childhood experience with her brother Matt. I think she was trying to get the student into learning, but that got the student feel boring instead. The entire lesson, she couldn’t build connections with her students. At the end of the class, she saw her students were yawning and sleeping.

Tests and allies had come and it was hard. I still didn 't have many friends at school. Getting along with my classmates was something I still struggled with. In class I definitely wasn 't my teachers favorite student. I may have not been the best student but I still tried to improve and I started working better at it.

I was obtaining C’s for my poorly written essay’s (which was a blow to my ego) in my English class. I was unable to fully comprehend the math material being presented online. I had no fight left in me. The state of exhaustion I was feeling had me circling the drain. At this point, I knew I had to let something go, I knew I had to drop Math 14.

When I did ask for help my teacher told me that I was “stupid” in front of the whole class. I was embarrassed and felt like that shy little girl again who was afraid of the world and to talk to people. These teachers made me feel like I was worthless and that I wouldn’t go anywhere in life. That’s when I knew that I had to leave, if I didn’t I knew I would always seen in my brother’s shadow and not in my own light. Since I was little I have always been shy and never really spoke up or defended myself, but from that year in school I learned that it’s okay to defend yourself and I learned to speak up.