9/08

I am not dyslexic! I'll admit I'm an atrocious speller, but that's completely different. For crying out loud, I was home schooled so what do you expect?

Even math teachers deserve grace. I'll give her grace, but I don't have to like her. She needs to be sensitive to my mathaphobia. I was sitting there watching her grade my test slashing lines all over the place. She nearly gave me a brain aneurysm.

I flew out of my chair when she called my name . I stood before her holding my breath, awaiting my sentance. "You passed" She said, so I let out my breath and sat down next to her. Then she proceeded to ask me if I was dyslexic. No, I said. Not that I know of, I said. But thanks for putting the thought in my head and giving me a complex, I said. Only I didn't say that last part out loud. So I got overwhelmed and divided a fraction wrong. I divided the denominator by the numerator. But who hasn't?

I just wanted to take an eraser from the chalkboard and rub it all over her face.

But ya know what? She's making me stronger. I'll prove it to myself that I can kick algebra's ass!