
THE DYSLEXIC WEATHER OR NOT REPORT
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THE DYSLEXIC WEATHER OR NOT REPORT
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The Killer Spelling Bs
From the book called The Truth About Reading
The most degrading elementary school ritual for me was the spelling B.
Twice a week a bunch of cruel violent words would appear with there sharp little stinger ready for stabbing with the weekly spelling B.
They started on Monday to find out the words that I could not spell and then appeared again on Friday to prove to me that even when I tried my hardest all week to learn the words that I still could not spell them.
Each week they kept coming back just as you new they would and that there was no way to escape there attack To make it worse those violent words got bigger harder and more difficult as the years went by.
With each weekly swarming I felt a little bit dumber and learn to fear them a little bit more poke by poke.
Apart from reading out loud the spelling B still to this day make me fell upset even though I have the ability to make fun and laugh at myself.
If I had 3 wishes
Number one would have to be
A scribe to do the paper work that makes me feel crazy
If I had 3 wishes
The second is not doubt
A window to my brain to show what it is about
If I had 3 wishes
The last and best
Would be an education where we all can past the test
Tina H. McInerney

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“I hate paperwork”
Tina McInerney
“That which does not kill us makes us stronger”
Friedrich Nietzsche
“If you are dyslexic why are you filling out the forms”?
A corporate clerk
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At first I could not read
For the firsts 40 years of my life I could not read
Now I can read

At 39 my natural abilities were validated along with my feeling of failure. I lean to see what I was capable of and by using my natural abilities I discover a way to teach myself to read and write
What was wrong with me?
Nothing
And what fixed it?
Learning that different is not wrong and that I can read but I just do it in a different way
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D.u.n.c.e.
I really mind this word
It speaks so loud for me
That I can not be heard
D.u.n.c.e.
no longer used politely
nor toped upon your crown
the papers hat that told the world
that you were but a clown
D.u.n.c.e.
although it cuts right through me
i truly am outspoken
the letters changed nicely
once the appearance had been broken
Tina H. McInerney
Thursday, August 28, 2008 ™
Posted in Allotrilexia, Dyslexia, Dyslexic, Dyslexic or Different, Poetry by Tina McInerney, Tina McInerney, dunce | Tags: dunce
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