Personal Narrative: My Left Eye

Anthony began his education in the LocalSD as a Kindergarten student attending LocalElem. As a Kindergarten student, he was noted to have difficulty working cooperatively with others and being a respectful citizen (e.g., demonstrating a positive attitude and demonstrating self-control). However, there were no academic difficulties noted. Likewise, in Grade 2, Anthony’s academic skills were progressing appropriately, but he continued to present with underdeveloped learning qualities. For instance, he was not using his time wisely nor was he being a respectful citizen (e.g., following school and classroom rules and demonstrating

Two weeks ago he was an ordinary normal run-of-the-mill guy in the 11th grade. The only things that stood out about him were his eyes. He had one reddish eye and one eye that was so gray it looked white. He had had his head down in class he was checking off the days till summer. Just 3 days and he would be free. Six glorious weeks of nothing, “Matthew Ripley, pay attention” yelled the teacher as he threw an eraser at Matt and hit him between the eyes. After a brief moment of applause from the rest of the class the teacher continued on with his lesson. Matt didn’t see

Studies show that children who are struggling with literacy tend to struggle throughout their schooling years, Those that fall behind with literacy rarely catch up to their peers ( Wise & Chen, 2009, p. 1). By his teacher detecting his learning difficulties was extremely essential. The optimising factor was getting individual help for Wyatt and constantly motivating him. He comes to school in safe environment that encourages his performance. Studies show that having an encouraging teacher affects self- esteem levels, keeps children mentally well and thus reducing anxiety and depression (Gallagher,

He decided to stop attending the school, and instead attend through an online school. He was learning things a lot quicker. He was reading novels and articles more often. He switched from tabloid to broadsheet. Furthermore, his math grades went back to

Sadie was born following a pregnancy complicated by intrauterine exposure to OxyContin, fentanyl, and methadone. She was diagnosed with severe neonatal abstinence syndrome with narcotic withdrawal. Sadie was given both Phenobarbital and methadone during her 23-day stay at Community Regional Medical Center following her birth. She was discharged on methadone to her mother on October 29, 2009.

This day gave me scars. It began as any day would, with breakfast and a healthy swig of water, with toothbrushes and a change of clothes. I stepped out of the door to a beautiful, warm, Tuesday morning. The Washington sky shone brightly blue as I pushed my bike out of our musty garage and onto the driveway. It felt amazing to get out of our dustbin of a garage and into the fresh, crisp morning air. As my right foot slammed its full weight onto the right petal, the petal seemed to groan with the weight and then respond and transform the raw power to movement. My bike chain strained as I accelerated. The surrounding atmosphere felt refreshing as I coasted down our driveway and approached my hill.

Ann Marie awoke, which was odd, because she thought that she had killed herself. She opened her eyes, closing them again quickly when she saw a bright light. She sighed, it was probably a dream she had. But as she went to go stand up she felt a heavy feeling of, what felt like weights, on her back. She looked at her back and she gasped, she had wings on her back! She really did use the razor blade, but she got sent to heaven apparently... She tried to walk on her own, but her wings kept weighing her down and she could not keep herself standing upright. She didn't even know how to use her wings!

I remember the day I sliced my head open, as if it were yesterday. It was the summer of freshman year, a particularly gusty Sunday morning, but nothing was going to stop me from hauling my old, undersized, pink, ‘liquid force’ wakeboard down to the boat to snag some extra ‘board’ time. After almost a decade, the boat driver, my dad, and two others boarded the boat. I could finally enjoy the peacefulness of solitude, as I rode alone to the blaring sound of “Chicken Fried” and the savory aroma of barbeque that permeated my sense of smell. While I was riding, it appeared the water was churning as fast as a hand mixer in cake batter. Although I was getting tossed around like a bouncy ball in the hands of a five-year-old, I was not going to give

Most of us would never wish our children to have a learning disability but as Malcom Gladwell discovers that, children are at a better advantage than their peers. For

Robert is like a brother to me and seeing how difficult it was for him to be constantly held behind was devastating. Due to the lack of a diverse learning environment and limited social interactions during the day, he has begun to lack some social skills required in order to participate in the working world. This social decline is due to the lack of attention that his public school gave him. Although there are many programs that incorporate a wide range of learning opportunities, many of the curriculums are not designed for students that require special attention, like Robert. The public education system tends to segregate those students with special needs from the rest of the school. In today’s society, many people believe that the system that we currently have in place has proven to be beneficial for everyone. As G.B Shaw stated in the Preface to Androcles and the Lion, “It is not disbelief in our society that is dangerous to our society; it is belief.” This strong belief in the current education system has blinded many people and has clouded their judgement. Most of the people that strongly believe in the education system have not been closely involved with the

Christopher is extremely intelligent in the subjects of mathematics and physics, even being granted permission to sit a maths A-level exam, something unheard of for a school such as his, and therefore something that brings him great pride: “I am going to prove that I’m not stupid. Next month I’m going to take my A level in maths and I’m going to get an A grade. No one has ever taken an A level at our school before” (44). Because Christopher is so much more self-reliant than the other children in his classes he feels incredibly superior to them both mentally and physically. At school he is given goal-oriented projects, which he likes, and is able to work with Siobhan, who he trusts; this makes school a place where his disability is almost completely changed into ability. He still experiences many obstacles in the school environment, though, as even in a school tailored to those with disabilities, one does not have to look far to find discrimination. Christopher, a star math student, was told by his headmistress that he couldn’t write his A-level because then “everyone would want to be treated differently and it would set a precedent” (44). All students Christopher’s age that go to “regular”

My piece of obsidian will not always be the same type of rock. The rock cycle does not have any order. My rock right now is igneous but weathering and erosion could break it into sediments and then become a sedimentary rock. Like I said my rock could be totally different in a million years. There is no order to the rock cycle. It could start or stop at any place.

His eyes were hazel suns, freckles like a meadow yearning to meet their light. At 3 A.M. his voice still resounded with its habit of sounding like the first low rumbles of thunder before a perfect storm. Thin lips painted with the softest shade of watermelon pink, eyes meeting mine, he spoke about his family; how everyone knew how to play cards. Those thick eyebrows formed numerous expressions as he spoke, knitting mental images of his legally blind grandmother ruling over everyone at the poker table. Even though the space between us was minimal, he reached to thumb over my small fingers with his larger, more tanned ones. I thought to myself, “His hands have become another layer of skin to me, without them touching mine I feel naked”. The

My pulchritudinous, tenth-grade girlfriend smiled with her lustrous smile when we saw each other. I remember the way she looked at me every time we hung out with each other knowing that we are more than just in a relationship we were each other's best friend. What happened next stunned me in a way that can’t be explained, she pulls out this glass heart and hands it over to me and tells me it’s mine to keep and that it’ll mean something someday. I didn’t understand at the time what the point of the glass heart was so I kindly just told her “thank you” and gave her a hug, but in all honesty, I was confused at what she was meaning when she handed it to me and told me it would mean something someday. I still remember everything we did that day

“One billion people, or 15% of the world's population, experience some form of disability, and disability prevalence is higher for developing countries. One-fifth of the estimated global total, or between 110 million and 190 million people, experience significant disabilities (Disability Overview, 2016). Do you have a friend, family member, classmate, co-worker, community member or anyone who has a disability? I know a few people who have a disability and I share a great relationship with one teenage boy who has Physical Disability called Cerebral Palsy. He was diagnosed with his disability when he was two years old. I have been taking care of this teenage boy every summer since he was twelve years old. He is currently fifteen. Over the past few years, I have watched him grow and become a young man he is. A little background about him is that he goes to school, uses a walker when getting around, has braces for his lets to help him walk better and can talk like he’s an adult. What I mean by that is that he has a great vocabulary for his age. When