The World Didn’t Quite Make Sense, But I Didn’t Know Why…
As long as I can remember I struggled in school. I would do whatever I could to avoid being called on. I would study as hard as I could and still fail. Fridays in the 6th grade were absolute torture. I had to pass my spelling test or get spanked during recess. So every Friday I wore as many pairs of underwear as I could manage to put on. Amazingly, no one ever wondered why I couldn’t pass the tests; they all just assumed I was lazy.
My mother-in-law is a huge fan of the best selling author Debbie Macomber. I personally have never read any of her books but was really interested when my mother-in-law forwarded an article about Debbie Macomber having dyslexia and couldn’t read until she was in the 5th grade.
I always love a dyslexia success story so I was immensely pleased when I came across Louis Barnett’s story. The Dyslexic Reader always features a “Famous Dyslexics” section and this was one of my favorites.
“My dyslexia is a gift–it is the reason that I teach the way I teach.”
One of my most favorite publications is the Dyslexic Reader put out by Davis Dyslexia Association International. The most recent issue had a great article about a dyslexic teacher, Edward Vickerman, being awarded the UK’s most outstanding teacher of the year.
