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ALL RIGHT THE BLOG YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR>>>>>> Dyslexia
That is right I have a disability.... but disabilities are not always that noticeable like Down-Syndrome or Aspersers. I have been blessed to have have a lot of *special spirits* in my life and they have opened my eyes. To over come and and out smart my disability. These certain people have never given up and don't let there disability hold them back... And i some times do:(
One quote that i have learned to live by is from Gold medalist and Olympic Figure skater, Scott Hamilton, when he was two years old he contracted a mysterious illness that caused him to stop growing and he would have just 6 months to live. Of course my disability is now were to life threatening... "The only disability in life is a bad attitude."
I was tested when i was about 8 years old, the school system calls it "a 504 plan" but it all means the same thing. Basically if I don't write down every number in a math problem the numbers "fall off the the table" and if I don't spend a lot of time reading i will never finish a book.... which reminds me I probably should get started on my summer reading.... Because I got tested i get extra time on tests like FCAT and test inside the class room. Not all of my teacher are aware of my dyslexia, because I don't need extra time too finish an art project or simple things like unto it.
When I first sat down to right this blog it was because I was REALLY upset about what happened in one of my classes on exam day. Although I don't take advantage of my disability all the time. I still take longer the the average student to finish, meaning I finish in the allotted time but i am ALWAYS the last one to turn my papers in. I was sitting in French taking our finally exam and like I told you i was the last one to finish. Everyone had turned in there exam expect for me. Have you ever been trying to concentrate and all you could focus on was an annoying noise in the background well. "The trouble makers" of the class thought i would be a good idea to talk really loud even though I was still working. My teacher told them to be quite numerous times but you know how trouble makers are... Through the mist of them talking and making a raucous every so often the flipped me the birdy and became ruder and ruder. By the last 10 problems one of the 2 "trouble makers" leaned over to the other "trouble maker" and said "lets stare at her (meaning me) until she finishes. Now if any of the other things they were doing didn't distract me before this sure did! I finally finished the exam with 30 minutes to spare. But when stood up to turn it in I could let the moment of opportunity pass me by, I said as boldly (and sarcastically) as i could "thanks so much for helping me with my dyslexia, that is just great" and then sat down... I know this was probably not the most Christ like thing to say and I am sorry. But at the time i was really mad.

Dyslexia is a trial and hardship but, it is also a blessing. It teaches me patience, understanding, and humility. Most of the time I am ungrateful, but from now on i will try to be more grateful for what I have rather than what i don't have. I have learned that most of our infirmities are given to us to teach us something in this life. I am sure there is a lot more for me to learn, because I am defiantly not perfect. Which reminds me...."Nobody's Perfect". Hahahahahaha