Day In The Life Of A Dyslexic - Poem by Anthony Cavuoti
After a Pleasant Dinner with my children at the flaming bowl. I went home to settle in for the night, homework, clean up, reading ready for the next day. My son gets a text that his band as a competition and that he's late.
We go to the school for which it's at But they're meeting at another field to practice. Oh yes they say it's a Carson high school but it's really at the Carson football field which is another completely different location. Finding the football field both of us have a dyslexic is a monumental task and frustrating. He find the football field and then they asked me about another field. Which they do not have the address. After if you failed attempts to get there driving we simply walk follow the music the music and walk there consider other fields to get there. On the cell phones people seem to be exacerbating that we don't know how to get over not from around here. When we get there somebody just showed happens to show my son I'll say that I've sent the emails about the change. I say let's just focus on the task at hand he's here we will make mistakes.
Well in the stadium walking down to get my jacket somebody says oh you happen to find the field. I replied the field wasn't the issue with the practice field, thank you for volunteering that so publicly.
I asked when the moms for her phone number that way next time I can have some contacts and I could be more informed. Walking to the car this older woman says, back off, she is happily married..
I say your Junior high school level gossiping mind must be very disturbing for you.
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