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Personal Narrative-Synlectual Analysis

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“Because. B is for beginning, “once upon a time”. “e” is the prince and “c” is his knight. “c” shields “e” from princess “a”, who is in love with “e”. “u” is the lady-in-waiting trying to convince “a” that “e” is “just not that into you”. Then there are “s” and “e”, bakers in the castle who fall in love and run away with each other to the end of the word.” It just took me an entire minute to spell one of the most commonly used words in the English language. I am dyslexic. For me most words have stories or images associated with them. Even then, the letters become jumbled and do summersaults on the paper. I think a word and spell another. I think a word and spell it backwards. I think a word and spell it upside-down. I think a word… and spell it wrong. I never considered it a disability. I was the imaginative type …show more content…

It let me shirk my problems, while making it look like I was trying to “cure” myself. They let me spend class time doing asinine exercises, which I spurned, opting instead to draw in my sketchbook. I knew its futility; I just didn’t want to acknowledge it. The “SPED” room was aspirin to a life long migraine; it made me feel better but it was not a remedy. I didn’t want to be the kind of "special" that people call you to replace the bad words. I did not want dyslexia to be an excuse. If no one would teach me I would teach myself. In the “SPED” room, while other kids tattooed their skin with pens, I read. I began with a book set I had received for my birthday, "Rainbow Fairy Tales". I devoured books with tenacity, reading beyond my grade level. My vocabulary expanded beyond the bounds of any fifth grade classroom. With reading came writing. The stories were no longer confined to the boundaries of my mind. I could write the stories I had dreamed up in my head down with words I had learned from the books that lined the library shelves. I painted my stories with words. It was then that I became an

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