Hope

Jon went upstairs. He dragged his feet to the hidden corner where the school supplies were located. He opened the drawer with all his might, only finding resistance from a 90 years old piece of furniture. He pulled a little harder and it fell out, letting dust fly throughout the air and causing him to sneeze. There it was. No, not some hidden treasure or a million dollars he was hoping to find. Instead, loose-leaf paper, binders, pens, and even glue stick. Not exactly what he thinks of paradise. He takes his tiny book bag off his back and starts to pile in small amounts of each supply. He packed lightly hoping that the first day of school would go by quickly. In and out.

It was because he didn’t understand the world. It went by too fast for his brain to comprehend any information. Words flew by like the wind. Books were aliens to him. He felt like he didn’t understand a single thing. He memorized his schedule, not with zeal like most of his other classmates had done. He wasn’t looking forwards to English. That was his absolute worst class he was taking. Jon felt English was his second language, which is pretty weird considering he was raised in America.

He packs everything together, and before he goes downstairs, he closes his eyes. He hopes this is his year. That this will be his year he makes his parents proud. That this is when his parents hug him for getting Student of the Month. All his life his parents have yelled at him for bringing home D’s. It was a clear disappointment especially when his brother was a star student and President of his grade.

The day comes and he wakes up. First class he has is Art. He sits down. His teacher is happy and is singing and dancing. He even dresses up in a batman costume. Jon is happy and flies through the day. As time passes by and the year goes on, Art becomes his favorite subject. Not because he is good at drawing, but because of the teacher. The teacher is kind and understanding. The teacher is a new one and he is inspirational. He shows the students to have fun in school and the road to succeed. Jon is not doing well in his other classes. As the time comes the art teacher takes a special interest to Jon. This teacher goes to every other teacher Jon has and tries to see what is happening. The art teacher finds out that Jon has dyslexia. The art teacher then takes time out of his lunch period to train Jon. By the end of the year, Jon is at the top of his class. Jon has received his first A+ in Art and his English skills are solid. Jon is grateful that he has had this teacher and decides to paint his teacher a painting. Jon gives the teacher the painting and the art teacher tells Jon something he never knew. The art teacher also has dyslexia. Jon found hope in a place which dispersed it.