When I graduated from preschool in 1983, my parents knew I was a good artist. I painted every day and loved to create. They knew I didn't like to get my hands dirty, and liked playing with the boys better then the girls. My parents knew many of the characteristics that I have today. The one thing they didn't know until 2nd grade was that this sweet little face was going to struggle in school. She was going to be excited for a 'C' average. She was going to write every spelling word a hundred times and still not be able to pass the test. She was going to cry at least once a week because school was just too hard. When I was in second grade my parent found out I am Dyslexic.
I'm 30 something now and Dyslexia is a issue I deal with everyday. As anyone who has read my post knows, I'm not good at spelling. There is a reason. I never would read out loud, or play scrabble with anyone, or share my thoughts on paper. Blogging was the last thing I thought I would ever do. When I did my masters, I researched blogging in the classroom. I read the book
Blogs, Wikis, Podcasts and other Powerful Web Tools for the Classroom. It states that blogs are note about grammar and spelling, they are about thoughts. It gave me the courage to try.
I want to thank those of you who have not judged me on my spelling abilities. I want to share my ideas, and love this form of meeting and collaborating. If I could, this blog would be spelling error free, but my brain just wont work that way. Please forgive my weakness and continue to read and comment on my blog.
Holding my breath while I decide to share this... You blogging friend--- Nic