Dear Diary,
I still remember the first time I read out loud to the class. I couldn’t read well until I was in third grade, but one day in my third-day class, I did. I remember being so excited and over the moon to read what section my teacher assigned me. I went as fast as I could, not out of anxiousness- but out of pure euphoria, it wasn’t a feeling I hadn’t felt before.
I remember classmates looking around at each other; they most likely didn’t understand much of what I said. I was still pretty misunderstand-able. However, for once, I just didn’t care at that moment. Because in my brain, it was like I finally cracked the system, like a secret code. I could finally read.
My teacher looked up at me and said, “Jordan, you were excited to read, weren’t you?” I smiled and shook my head, yes. Because at that moment, I knew Apraxia wasn’t stopping me like others said it would. I realized I was more than Apraxia.
Love,
Jordan Christian