He is sat amungst 30 other children at the age of 13 in a dark gloomy class room.
The atmospher of boredom fills the room. The class is just waiting for that one little thing to change the dull feeling that lingers in the air.
Macbeth is being read out aloud but the students in turn. Each rushing there few pages so to pass the buck onto the next person.
A young scared boy has seen that there is two more people to read before him. He can barely read picture books let alone Macbeth!!!!
He works out that he should start his section on page 46. Rather than listen he jumps forward to try and ore read that part to try and nail it prior to the inevitable pain that is to come.
The problem is that boy struggles to read in his head and quietly mumbles it with out being noticed.
Although to his horror the teacher sees what he is doing and decides to mix it up a bit.
Sam! Can you please take over. The boy looks up in horror and hasn’t a clue what page the class is actually on. He starts to glow red, his white shirt absorbed the gushing sweat from his back and he mumbles “yes sir… what page are we on I have seemed to have got a little lost”
The class all perk up, this was what they have been waiting for for the last 45 minuets!!! The boy waits for the reply of the teacher who is smerking up front.
Page 26 second line down please he says in a condersending tone.The boy starts and rather then reading sentences he reads word by word. He misses lines and almost creates new words from ones he can not read.
The class love it, this is the highlight of the day. The teacher doesn’t stop the madness of the class but almost encourages it by letting Sam continue word by word, line by line.
It must of been painfull to watch because it was dam painfull to do.
15 minuets in and only two pages kind of completed the relief of the school bell.
Yes that boy was me!!!! I can’t even look at Macbeth with out a shiver running down my back!!!!
It’s amazing how that day can have a huge impact on your life. From that day I realised I hated school and I hated that teacher.
But that hate turned into a motivation to push on work hard and…… fail my GCSE’s! Haha not very motivation but when the school realised I had dyslexia I got extra time, help from better teachers than my dreaded English teacher of year 8 and managed to pass everything eventually getting a business degree.
Don’t let people drag you down. If they kick you down, pick your self up, if they put you down it’s because they think power comes from weakness But it doesn’t. It comes from belief and smashing those barriers no matter how high.
That day shaped me to who I am today.