My dyslexic student came in, in tears. I don’t really think of her as “my dyslexic student” because I don’t have any exams in this class and so it doesn’t make a difference, she’s very bright, a good writer, and gets the reading done fine. She didn’t even bring me the paperwork this semester, I just know because I had her before.

But in this class, I walk them through a research paper based on primary sources.

She wanted to do a medieval Henry VIII topic. [oops! thanks, moria. I know better, too]

It was impossible. Like reading a foreign language.

Anyhow—she switched topics; we worked it out; it’s all fine. But I feel like I should have been able to predict and guide her away, so I am spreading the word.

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