A Ramble through Smilie Land

Introduction

Hey its my essay and Ill be as pompous as I like !
Anyway I promised some stuff on dyslexia because alot of people have asked about it both hear and in RL so here is the introduction to what willprobably be about 5 or so entries on dyslexia and dyspraca
To get this Im going to have dig back to the list of my embaressments and some of the worse moments of my life and before hand, no I don’t want pity I just think people need to be able to see the signs.

So here goes….

Hello before I was night I was someone else, and that someone else would never have allowed night into exsistance if it hadn’t been for the best thingh that ever happened to me and that was my diagnosis.

So here is me I am smart I would even say highly intelligent and I know Ive always known it and make no bones about it. When I was 2 My nickname was Miss Why, I love to learn and I want to know everything. I also cannot write.


Throughout school I had whole lode of problems mostly people kept making me rewrite things and the general opion was if she would just apply herself and smarten up her handwriting she be leading the class in leaps and bounds as it was I usually being told off for not doing homework or for not being neat enough or whatever.

That first year in the midterm exam I reversed the numbers unfortunately 6 reversed in arbic is 2 and I lossed 2 marks I ened up in 20th place in class , when I should have been first . By year 2 I had calluses on my fingers because I still couldn’t hold a pen correctly.

Moving along year 3 I couldnt cope with composition in arbic , cue panic attacks and refusal to leave my bed in the morning bad temper and tantrums, very pregnant mum no longer working in school parents decided Im too miserable and will just make myself ill , out of the arbic system of schooling into the American school. I was very very slow at copying things off the board the whole class was always waiting for____ to finish copying.

Year 4 at parents evening my mum is told my reading is awful , very puzzled mum 'but she reads everything she can get her hands on including classics' teacher 'see for yourself'- later that day that we find that I cannot infact read aloud any better than I could at 5 I stutter, I miss sentences I mispronounce generally I become a mumbling idiot. Ive also pretty much stopped doing homework unless forced to unlike goody too shoes sister who seems to love the stuff-as I don’t see the point in doing it just to be told to redo it, I also hate margins they are always slanted and have finger bumps, cursive and me just dont get along.

I had a favourite teacher when I was in what the Egyptian system calls prep years 7-9 in social studies , well history being my favourite subject. one day he stannds me up in class and he says" you realise you are a girl dont you?! This This messiness disgusting untidness might might and I wouldnt stand that in them really either be acceptable in a boy but there no way such sloppiness is acceptable in a girls work, a girl should be neat and tidy and oragnised". That was probably one of the most hurtful things anyone has ever said to me not that it was the first time a similar thing had been said, but still it was awful.

I was at the time one of the scruffiest people you could ever meet I looked like a ‘sack of potatoes’ no matter what I was dressed in The boys in the class gave me an odd nickname that to this day NOONE will tell me the meaning of although the root word seems to be rhombus ( the shape) The PE teacher and alot of the rest of the school ( me being loud and clompy and known across the school as one of those people who will carry things for teachers or help out ( well I practically lived in the school my mum being a teacher)) call me Nackasheesho or naka basically scruffy not suprising as my hair was always on end buy the end of the day and ink would be allover both hands and my face.

Generally speaking then my academic lie was hell. Even though I was miserable when not reading or learning something new its just that I was always dogged by the feeling that even could do something I couldn’t.Its like I see everything perfectly in my mind but when it comes down to it getting things from my mind to the outside world has always been a major problem for me.
But since my assemesnt the horrible stupid feeling is gone, and well I suppose that was the birth of Night, the happier person I am today, and I think that its important that everyone knows about it so that they can tell early on so they don’t go through years and years of being thought a lazy so and so or and what is even worse constantly doubting yourself.