(Alero is seen standing in the school counselor's office with dry tears on her pale face. She had cried a lot)
(The school counsellor, an old man in his middle sixties who was very fat and bald wore a very large and thick contact lenses in which he wore on his nose making him appear more serious than he usually is)
School counsellor: So, young lady. Please, remind me your name.
Alero: I will prefer you call me miss Williams, sir.
School counsellor: Miss Williams, you said you are suffering from a defect eh em em em..........
Alero: Dyslexia
School counsellor: Dyslexia, and how were you coping with it in France?
Alero: After a while, the school authority and a certain number of teachers and students became aware. So, my parents paid extra for a special teacher who helped me separately from the rest of the class.
School counsellor: Where you laughed at most of the time?
Alero: And that's the funny thing, Sir. No one ever laughed at me there, they saw me as an equal and treated me no differently than others.
School counsellor: Miss Williams, we are very sorry about this, I know this could have affected you psychologically. But my advice to you is to pray hard to your God and try harder in your school work. And please, never let people's judgments about you matter to you more than yours, is that clear?
Alero: Yes, thank you very much sir.
School counsellor: My pleasure.
(Light out)
YOU ARE READING
THE DIARY OF ALERO
Roman pour AdolescentsAlero, Nigerian decent has dyslexia and is going through a rough phase in life with both family and school. Her brilliance makes her the main target of the witch-hunt of three girls in her class, headed by the daughter of a very rich and influential...
