View From the Bushes

So there I am. I'm 31 and I've just discovered that according to the doctor I've been dyslexic my whole life. Which, I've got to tell you, is weird. I'd never quite felt comfortable in school. My elementary and junior high years were pretty mediocre. High school was better, and college was pretty much disastrous (though I did eventually graduate). Through it all I couldn't quite figure out what the problem was. Mostly I just figured I was lazy, and I'm sure that that particular quality should get the lion's share of the blame, but even after that was accounted for it seemed like there had to be something else.

Overall, I'm not a big fan of public schools, which opens up a can of worms right there (though I guess we're not as bad as the Germans), so one of my theories was that since they targeted their teaching towards the slowest members of the class that I was just perpetually bored. This still seems pretty solid. Then of course, there was the time that I read up on ADD (or ADHD) and was convinced that was the problem. (Now there's increasing evidence that there's no such thing). However through it all I figured the one thing I could safely eliminate was dyslexia.

So obviously the big question is am I dyslexic and does it even matter? The answer to the last half would probably be "No", which pretty much renders the first point inconsequential, but it is one of those fun things to pull out at parties or tell when I meet someone new. The last time I told the story it was quite clear that the girl I was telling it to, didn't believe a word of it, at least not initially. In any case that's the big head story. In yesterday's comments my mother was mentioned and while I agree that giving birth to someone with a giant head, like me was a significant achievement. I think the award still has to go to my wife. Our second child has a head just as big as mine (if not a little bigger) and he was 10 lbs 14 ounces when he was born...

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
Ross