These are my stories of a dyslexic girl in a straight forward society. I looked at my flat world and decided to challenge its roundness, so I became an English major. These are my struggles and successes as I fight my way through a backwards dyslexic mind, and hope to be a guiding light to those who just might feel they are a little out of beat like me.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Scraping By
So a mentally handicapped boy at work this past week asked if I would help him with a text. He asked if I could spell general conference and without hesitation I said yes. As I was typing it out, I realized I forgot how to spell "general." I spelled it "generle," "generel," and on the third time I finally got it right. How depressing. I'm just glad I finally got it right in the end cause that would have been embarrassing if I hadn't. :)
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