I tried to 2) do my best but every time I wrote a world I just 3) made a mess on the page.
The other kids started to 4) make fun of me and call me stupid.It got really bad and I started to hate school. I had to 5) make a real effort just to get
out of bed in the mornings.My mom got quite worried and took me to an
educational psychologist.The psychologist 6) did some tests and found out
that I was dyslexic which basically means that I have a problem with the
written language.
Finding this out 7) made a huge difference because, once my teacher knew what the problem was, she could start to help me. Although my writing was still bad, I 8) made a lot of progress ...