English classes were a nightmare for me when I was little 
no where near as bad as it was for my mum! Her teachers used to throw the chalkboard eraser at her when she got something wrong and tell her she was stupid 
I know I was told I was stupid a fair bit but was always kept in during my breaktimes to finish reading or writing as I struggled so much and was incredibly slow. It is really sad to think of how hard it was back then (from when I was 5 through to 9).
I couldn't have coped with home schooling, I think i'd rather have died!
Not that my mum teaching me anything would ever have got me anywhere! My mum and my youngest brother are both also dyslexic and we often fight over the spelling of words.
I hate to say it but made up my mind and was determined to not be like my mum, she didn't get any help but I was determined to help myself. I was the only one of us not to have a tutor for dyslexic students (my mum as an adult) but from the age of 11, i asked all my tutors for extra lessons, i chose to stay in on my break times (great way of avoiding bullies too!) and I had so many extra lessons to get me through my GCSEs that I actually came out with really deceptively good grades! I got mostly B's or C's in my GCSEs and was 4 points off getting an A in English. How ironic is that? The 'stupid dyslexic girl' in class came out with better grades than most of the class! I got the last laugh and oh how I rubbed it in the faces of all those who taunted me!
I'm not bad at spelling, I know what the correct spelling *is* per se but whether or not I write it down correctly is another matter! My reading is actually very good but again, I always loved reading to escape into a fantasy world that was anything but the life I really hated! So I read and read and read... hundreds and hundreds of books. Most likely in the thousands of books now! I'm less interested in English as a subject (though very nearly went on to do it at A levels) but loved English Literature. I loved annotating the poems in my anthology (I found my anthology yesterday!) and the books we were reading in class (Romeo & Juliet, Jane Eyre and Lord of the Flies... which is officiallt one of my favourite books!).
I never took my education into A levels as I felt such a fraud for getting such good grades when it was all the extra studying, doesn't mean I should have done so well. I got a B in both French and German (my dad chose my GCSEs and i hated languages!) and yet can't for the life of me remember a word of either language! Though if spoken at a sensible pace, I can understand a fair bit which occasionally has its uses...
I'm in a really thoughtful mood now... I really wish I had done an A level in English and not beaten myself up about my grades so much! And I wish I ould write poetry! 
no where near as bad as it was for my mum! Her teachers used to throw the chalkboard eraser at her when she got something wrong and tell her she was stupid I know I was told I was stupid a fair bit but was always kept in during my breaktimes to finish reading or writing as I struggled so much and was incredibly slow. It is really sad to think of how hard it was back then (from when I was 5 through to 9).
I couldn't have coped with home schooling, I think i'd rather have died!
Not that my mum teaching me anything would ever have got me anywhere! My mum and my youngest brother are both also dyslexic and we often fight over the spelling of words.I hate to say it but made up my mind and was determined to not be like my mum, she didn't get any help but I was determined to help myself. I was the only one of us not to have a tutor for dyslexic students (my mum as an adult) but from the age of 11, i asked all my tutors for extra lessons, i chose to stay in on my break times (great way of avoiding bullies too!) and I had so many extra lessons to get me through my GCSEs that I actually came out with really deceptively good grades! I got mostly B's or C's in my GCSEs and was 4 points off getting an A in English. How ironic is that? The 'stupid dyslexic girl' in class came out with better grades than most of the class! I got the last laugh and oh how I rubbed it in the faces of all those who taunted me!
I'm not bad at spelling, I know what the correct spelling *is* per se but whether or not I write it down correctly is another matter! My reading is actually very good but again, I always loved reading to escape into a fantasy world that was anything but the life I really hated! So I read and read and read... hundreds and hundreds of books. Most likely in the thousands of books now! I'm less interested in English as a subject (though very nearly went on to do it at A levels) but loved English Literature. I loved annotating the poems in my anthology (I found my anthology yesterday!) and the books we were reading in class (Romeo & Juliet, Jane Eyre and Lord of the Flies... which is officiallt one of my favourite books!).
I never took my education into A levels as I felt such a fraud for getting such good grades when it was all the extra studying, doesn't mean I should have done so well. I got a B in both French and German (my dad chose my GCSEs and i hated languages!) and yet can't for the life of me remember a word of either language! Though if spoken at a sensible pace, I can understand a fair bit which occasionally has its uses...
I'm in a really thoughtful mood now... I really wish I had done an A level in English and not beaten myself up about my grades so much! And I wish I ould write poetry! 
We're a mad bunch. And I know plenty of 50-70 year olds whose grammar and spelling is much worse.
