So far I have managed to pass my way through three of those seven years. With the help of my wife, my disability counselor and the assistance provided by some of my lecturers, I'm going to make it through the remaining four years. My dyslexia doesn't make me stupid or lazy. It makes me different. It means I have to do things differently.
Some people can count in their heads, others have to count on their fingers.
I can't read or write as effectively as the general population. I think now, though, that there is hope. Through educating others about my disability, I think people can understand that not everyone is the same. This is the part of the session when the floor is open. This is when we get to share ideas about your experience of supporting these students and what you would like to know from others.