Wounmee Come Back Here Analysis

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“Wounmee, come back here.” I stopped on my way back to my desk, wondering what I did now. “Can you explain to me what you were intending to do here?” My teacher hands me back my essay with her eyebrows knitted together and her forehead crinkled in confusion. I took the paper and carefully inspected i. To my shock I had written some words in the first paragraph backwards and upside down. Embarrassed, I quickly hurried to my desk and changed the words back to normal. This time when I handed in my essay, she gave me a condescending look, making me feel crummy.

Envision two packs of cards, where one pack the cards are grouped in suits and the other pack is jumbled up. Reading and writing is like a jumbled up pack of cards for people like me who have dyslexia; dyslexics just have to work harder to sort out information.

Growing up I hated reading, not because I thought it was boring, but because I felt as if I couldn’t. It was one of the most frustrating parts of my life; I wanted to read, but I felt like my brain wouldn’t let me. Dyslexia acts like a fictional friend who distracts you when you’re reading and fools you when you writing. Then you wonder, …show more content…

I didn’t want people to look at me and think that I have a disadvantage; I wanted to become the best at what I was worst. I started out by taking all honors classes sophomore year. I did well in all my classes except for English. I was hesitant to take honors again junior year, but I did it anyway. To my surprise I did extremely well, considering junior year was supposed to be the hardest year. I made A’s in all my classes except for a B in, of course, English. After seeing how well I did last year, I wanted more, I wanted to be better, I want the A’s, especially in English. Senior year I decided to take two AP classes, which include English and the rest honors. So far it has been a little bit of a challenging class, but I know that I will

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