When Helena now in second-grade, wears her hair in a pony with a large ribbon, and her favorite outfit for school. The school suggested that she might benefit from using colored overlays, as she was struggling with reading. Mom and Dad not knowing any better said yes. The overlays proved to be exciting for Helena and for a while she improved a little. But once it became routine her gains quickly disappeared.
James’s writing assignment was open-ended in terms of theme, and structure. Students had plenty of leeways to take it in any direction. James had recently spent some time in a bible study which had focused on Galatians, and specifically chapter four. James was drawn to verse twenty-eight of that chapter which suggests we are children of promise. James wanted to use this to compose an essay, which would argue that dyslexia was not a disqualifying for being a child of promise.
During first semester her Social Studies teacher, was relentless in his demands on his students, no matter their ways of learning. He kept a pace which was quick by anyone’s standards. He moved on to new material assuming concepts, dates, and facts were understood. This quickly put Francine behind and created a disconnect for her and her teacher.
That first week of school it became clear how the school was different. John’s class only had ten students in it. The amount of attention he received and the level of concern for the instruction were evident even to John. He was immediately enthused with the activities they were doing and how he seemed to catch on right away. It was automatically easier to make friends and to find out that everyone in the class has specific needs. John made friends with another boy named David who was also new to the school. They became best of friends and supported the other as the school year progressed.
After supper, I went to do my homework and finally got ready for bed. I was really very tired from my work shift. As I got into bed. My usual prayers for family and friends turned to work. I prayed for wisdom and grace at work. That I would learn and show competence. My fear inside was that I would fail and be embarrassed at work, or fired. After praying, I was quickly falling asleep, and I heard a tiny voice say, “You are competent.” My eyes shot open, I scanned the room for a figure or source for the voice. There was none to be found. I laid awake for some time nervously thinking about the voice. Finally, I relaxed enough again to fall asleep.