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What's wrong with me? Those were the
words that rolled through my mind when my mom took me to a specialist to
help me with my reading problem. I'm thirteen, and through my years in
school I never understood why spelling was so difficult, yet I loved to
write. Listening came easy, but I never understood what I read. My grades
were above average, and since I was quiet by nature, the teachers didn't
notice that I was having difficulties.
My mom felt
there was a problem when it took me three hours to do homework every
night, even with her help. I began to hate school and kept my frustrations
buried inside. Mom complained to the teachers that they were giving too
much homework, and they told her no other parents had voiced the concern.
Reading out loud in class was embarrassing. If I made a mistake, students
would yell out the word that I messed up and it sounded like everyone was
yelling at me.
Finally, they
recommended that I be tested by a psychologist. She diagnosed that I had a
problem processing information, calling it a reading disability. The
psychologist wanted my parents to get me a tutor to help me catch up in
reading and told me that I had to talk to my teachers and tell them to
repeat something if I didn't catch it. Patience was the key. I needed to
go slower in order to understand what I read.
The tutor worked
with me in the summer, using flash cards to help me learn sounds, but even
better, she helped me gain confidence in myself and allowed me to discover
the ways that I am smart.
My “
enrichment1” class at school taught me how to do homework and review for
tests, and my teachers gave me extra time to do class work. Mom or dad
would read out loud from my textbooks at night so that I understood the
lessons better.
The best thing
that happened to me was finding my best friend, Katrina. She was the
smartest girl in the class, and yet she still asked me for help! I felt my
confidence grow even larger when I heard one of the girls dividing up the
class into four groups. She pointed at Jacob, Adam, Katrina, Bobby, Jimmy,
and me, and said, “ Those kids should be known as the ‘ smarties’ of our
homeroom.”
One day in
science class, my teacher, Mrs. Menchaca, was talking about Albert
Einstein, telling us he had dyslexia and that it was harder for him to
process information, yet he turned out to be one of the greatest geniuses
that ever lived. She said, “ Nobody is perfect, so don't tease people, and
don't be afraid to admit you have a problem.” Her words rolled through my
body and settled there. Even though Einstein had a disability, he was one
of the greatest geniuses who ever lived. And knowing that has changed me
--and how I think about myself --forever.
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我怎么啦？当我妈把我带去见一位专家解决我的阅读困难时，这句话在我心中翻来覆去许多遍。我13岁，我上学这么多年，从来不懂为什么拼写单词那么难，可是我热爱写作。听懂东西不难，但是我从来不懂我所阅读的东西。我的成绩中等偏上一点。由于我本性不爱说话，老师们并没有发现我学习有什么困难。
我妈妈认为，我每天晚上做作业，有她帮忙也要花3个小时，这是一个问题。我开始厌学，但却把自己的沮丧埋在心底。妈妈对老师抱怨他们布置的作业太多，但老师却说没有其他家长反映过类似的问题。在课堂上大声朗读令我感到尴尬。如果我读错了，同学们就会喊叫出我读错的那个词，听起来好像每个人都在冲我嚷嚷。
最后，他们都建议让一位心理学家对我进行测试。她诊断说，我在处理信息方面有障碍，她管这个叫做“阅读障碍”。那位心理学家让我父母为我请个辅导老师，帮我补上阅读课，并告诉我要同老师交谈，如果没跟上他们所讲的东西，要求他们重复一遍。耐心是关键。我需要慢一点读就能明白我所读的东西。
辅导老师教了我一个夏天，用抽认卡帮我学习发音，不过更重要的是，她帮我获得了自信，让我发现了我的聪明之处。在学校里我的“补习课”教我如何做作业，如何进行复习以对付考试。我的老师给了我额外的时间做课堂作业。妈妈爸爸晚上给我大声朗读课文，这样我更了解了功课的内容。
对我来说最好的事是，我找到了最好的朋友卡特里娜。她是我们班上最聪明的女孩，可是她也有求我帮忙的时候！当我听到班上一个女孩把全班分成四组，点了雅各布、亚当、卡特里娜、博比、基米和我的名字，并说“这几个人应当称为我们年级的‘尖子’”时，我感到我的自信心大大增强。
一天上自然科学课时，我的老师门查卡夫人谈到了艾伯特?爱因斯坦，她告诉我们爱因斯坦患有诵读困难，他处理信息很困难，然而，他却成了人类最伟大的天才人物之一。她说，“没有哪个人是完美的，所以不可以取笑别人，也别怕承认自己的缺陷。”她的话使我震动，从此我牢牢地记住了她的话。即使爱因斯坦有缺陷，他仍是有史以来最伟大的天才之一。明白了这一点永远地改变了我——也改变了我怎么看待我自己
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