14 July 2005: Done Well You Have
I have to be in class in ten minutes, but...
Padawan just called.
He was fifteen years old when they sent him to me. Smart, charismatic, imaginative, horribly dyslexic, and reading and reading at the First Grade level. The system entrusted with his eager young mind had failed him in every possible way. At the time of our final lesson, a week or so after that journal entry about him, he was 18 years old and reading at around a Seventh Grade level. That was one-and-three-quarter years ago. I hadn't heard from him since - I'd given him my number, and left it up to him to make contact when he was ready. My intuition told me he needed time to make a transition, to experiment on his own with applying what I'd taught him in his own life, in his own way.
He just called me.
He's in college.
I'd done my best to convince him that he was capable of it, and that he should go for it. I hadn't been sure whether he'd really believed it, whether he'd really do it. I'd been hoping.
He's in college. Kid who I taught to read.
I'm late for class now... but, you know, some news just can't wait.
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