At thirteen, I was diagnosed (诊断) with a kind of attention disorder. It made school 1 for me. When everyone else in the 2 was focusing on tasks, I could not.
In my first literature class, Mrs. Smith asked us to 3 a story and then write on it, all within 45 minutes. I 4 my hand right away and said, "Mrs. Smith, you see, the 5 said I have attention problems. I might not be able to do it." She 6 me through her glasses, "You are no different from your classmates, young man."
I 7 then, but I didn't finish the reading when the bell rang. I had to 8 it home. In the 9 of my bedroom, the story 10 all became clear to me! It was about a (an) 11 person, Louis Braille. He lived in a time when the blind couldn't get much 12. But Louis didn't give up. Instead, he 13 a reading system of raised dots (点), which opened up a whole new world of knowledge to the blind.
Wasn't I the "blind" in my class, being made to learn like the "14" students? My thoughts spilled out and my pen started to 15. I completed the task within 40 minutes. Indeed, I was no16 from others; I just needed a quieter place. If Louis could find his way 17 of his problems, why should I ever give up?
I didn't 18 anything when I handed in my paper to Mrs. Smith so it was quite a 19 when it came back 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 keep 20 ?"
