‘Finish your sentence!’ Teacher shouts, ‘Have the time in
mind!’
I can hear pens drop, all around me. I’m still a page behind.
I can hear pens drop, all around me. I’m still a page behind.
Scribbling faster, feeling desperate and my fingers begin to
tremble.
Teacher says: ‘The doodles of a five year old’ my handwriting can resemble.
Teacher says: ‘The doodles of a five year old’ my handwriting can resemble.
My hand does shake, my muscles ache, Teacher yells ‘For
goodness sake!’
He snatches away my paper, ‘A stupid boy you’ll always be!’
And now I smile back, at his judgement, from University.
And now I smile back, at his judgement, from University.
‘Daniel Radcliffe: talentless.’
‘George Orwell, couldn’t write.’
‘And as for that Albert Einstein, I’ll bet his IQ was shite.’
A snippet from 'Dyspraxia Is Not the End'.
By Tom Ashton (Creative Writing Student and Diagnosed Dyspraxic)
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