I didn’t want to be like this. I didn’t want to be “The kid who can’t read.” The kid Derek Zoolander would have tried to help with no success, and I know that because a bunch of people tried to help me without success.
See I wish I’d been like the girls in my class who could just pick up anything they wanted and read what was inside. They could look at a math problem and just see the logical steps of what to do because they understood what the math symbols meant.
So my parents took me the public school to see what kind of facilities and specilized care they had. Turned out, they didn’t really have any for intermediate school kids. They had a class room and a teacher and they all tried their best to learn and catch up on the stuff they didn’t know, but if you didn’t finish the classwork by recess the teacher just said they’d keep you in and make you work on it longer instead of getting your wiggles out and having fun and making friends.
So, my parents weren’t real impressed with that. I wasn’t either. Recess was the only subject at which I was good at because I knew how to kick a soccer ball and I was faster than most the other kids. But to tell you the truth, I would have swapped being good at recess for being good at everything else, because I was tired of having teachers call on me and and asking me to read the next passage just in order for me to tell them I couldn’t.
When this first started happening it felt like, huh, weird, but now it wasn’t weird anymore because I was in third grade and everyone but me could read, so what was going on?
Well, my dad worked in Olympia a couple days a week, other than that he telecomputed which is normal these days, but back then it was really unusual because the internet wasn’t really a thing yet. My dad had, through his research about dyslexia found out about a woman who was an English learner specilist, which meant she taught English to people who couldn’t really get it–to people like me.
On Mondays I’d take the ferry from my privileged white-kid island over to the mainland and my dad would pick me up.