The Courage of Children: Boston and Beyond XXX
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Summer Santry<br />
Jane Kelly, Teacher<br />
Washington Irving Middle School<br />
I was badly missing my best friend Poppy who moved away over the summer.<br />
How was I going to make it through this year without her? She was always there<br />
for me whenever I struggled in school. She would stick up for me against bullies.<br />
It was the first day <strong>of</strong> fourth grade! My mom woke me by yelling up in a cheerful<br />
voice, “Wake up, Summer, breakfast is ready.” I ran downstairs because I was<br />
going to be late! When I finished breakfast, I got dressed. I was so nervous, I<br />
could feel the butterflies flying around in my stomach. <strong>The</strong> bus ride to school<br />
was too quick. <strong>The</strong> bus stopped <strong>and</strong> I looked at the school <strong>and</strong> I thought,<br />
“Please make this year better than usual.”<br />
I was so nervous I was shaking! I hoped my new teachers wouldn’t have me read<br />
aloud. I was still struggling with reading at my grade level, because I have dyslexia.<br />
I didn’t know how long I could fake it until everyone discovered my secret.<br />
My teacher pulled out some popsicle sticks <strong>and</strong> had us pick a color. I picked dark<br />
blue. He then told us to put our name on it, so I wrote my name, “Summer,”<br />
then put it back in the container. He shuffled them up <strong>and</strong> then he called my<br />
name first! “Oh, no!” My face turned bright red! I felt like I was going to throw<br />
up.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n he asked, “Summer, can you read the schedule?” I read the schedule to<br />
myself. It didn’t seem too difficult. <strong>The</strong>n I came across the word “technology.”<br />
“Come on, Summer,” he called. I got really nervous, but I told myself that I<br />
could do it. I tried my best, but I sounded it out wrong.<br />
“Sound it out, Summer,” I heard him say. So I tried, but I just didn’t know! I just<br />
wished Poppy was here to whisper it in my ear. She knew my secret <strong>and</strong> always<br />
would say, “Don’t worry, Summer, no one’s perfect.” Her advice always made me<br />
feel better.<br />
I finally gave up <strong>and</strong> told him that I didn’t know, <strong>and</strong> he replied that I should<br />
know how to read that word by now. I wanted to cry, but I held it back. Instead,<br />
I asked to use the bathroom. I was so mad at myself for not knowing how to read<br />
“technology.” Why am I so dumb? Why am I crying on my first day <strong>of</strong> school?<br />
Why does my teacher hate me? I cannot explain how terrible I felt. I sat in the<br />
bathroom staring at the walls, missing my friend Poppy.<br />
When I got back to class, the teacher told me to go sit down in an aggravated<br />
voice. I felt nervous all over again. Why did he hate me so much? If I could only<br />
be good at reading, then he’d like me. <strong>The</strong> boy behind me whispered,<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Courage</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Children</strong>: <strong>Boston</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Beyond</strong><br />
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