When I Grow Up…..

When I grow up I want to be an advocate to help children like me. I want to be able to help dyslexic children get the education they need. Did you know that 15% to 20% of people are dyslexic in our world. That means one out of five people are dyslexic. Shouldn’t that be enough to get the right education for these children? There is one thing YOU can do to help support dyslexic people, you can join Decoding Dyslexia.

Since I have spoken at the State House I feel like I CAN be a advocate some day. I’ll tell you more about speaking at the Massachusetts State House later.

Do you know someone is dyslexic? Are you dyslexic?

Never give up 🙂




You are not dumb!!!!!

If you are dyslexic you are not dumb you are different. Being dyslexic can be very hard, but being dyslexic can make you stronger I got much stronger. It might take some time to learn things , but I know in every dyslexic heart you might not  think you are smarter than everyone else. But did you know that many people who where famous had dyslexia?  My mom once printed me up a sheet of paper it said many famous people have dyslexia.
So there you are not dumb!!!
Are you dyslexic?
Do you know anybody famous with dyslexia?

The time I knew I was dyslexic

The first time I knew I was dyslexic is when I was in 1st grade. I had a pretty good teacher. When I was reading I didn’t know what anything meant. When I did math I got low scores. I knew something was different about me, but I didn’t know what it was.

I got picked on in school. I felt like I was in a jail  house. If I felt sad, mad, or bored I would go to the nurses office. There was 2 or 3 nurse seats, some stuffed animals and a sink. It was peaceful. To get to the nurses office I made up a reason to go to the nurses office.   That was 1st grade for me.

My first post!

hi my name is Annabelle I am a 4th grader. My mom said I could start this blog because sometimes I have a hard time in school.Last year I got diagnosed with dyslexia. The first time my mom knew that I had dyslexia is when I first learned how to put on my shoes.My mom saw that I was putting on my shoes wrong, as if my shoes were on the right way. I was doing it over and over and over again. That was the beginning of my life being dyslexic.