When I was thirteen, I was diagnosed(诊断)with a kind of attention disorder. It made school1for me. When everyone else in the class was2tasks, I could not.
In my first3class, Mrs. Smith asked us to read a story and then write on it, all within forty-five minutes. I raised my hand4and said, "Mrs. Smith, you see, the doctor said I have5problems. I might not he able to do it."
She6at me through her glasses, "You are no different from your classmates, young man."
I tried, but I even didn't finish the7when the hell rang. I had to take it home.
In the quietness of my8, the story suddenly all became9to me. It was about a blind person, Louis Braille. He lived in a time10the blind couldn't get much education. But Louis didn't11. Instead, he invented a reading system of raised dots, which opened up a whole new world of12to the blind.
Wasn't I the "blind" in my class, being made to learn like the "sighted" students? My thoughts spilled out and my pen started to13. I completed the14within 40 minutes.15, I was no different from others; I just needed a16place. Why should I ever give up17Louis could find his way out of his problems?
I didn't expect18when I handed in my paper to Mrs. Smith, so it was quite a19when it came hack to me the next day with an "A" on it. At the bottom of the paper were these words: "See what you can do when you keep20."
