I know many people who encountered the struggle of dyslexia, but I can truly see that impact on my younger sibling Christopher, and my dear best friend Diana. Diana has been my best friend since fifth grade, and we have been in the same classes ever since until college. She calls me every now and then to tell me how much she is struggling at SAC State, how difficult it is for her to keep up with her grades. She was diagnosed with dyslexia in middle school, and I remember how cruel kids were with her. No one wanted to use her in group projects, or presentations, or in anything, because to them she was dumb. Very similar to Cook, when everyone expected him to fail fast during spelling bees. Besides all the bullying, all she did was smile and at least I thought ignored what they said. When we were in high school, she confessed how awful it was to be so ‘slow’ at everything. It took her three times to pass the English CAHSEE, but she persevered and she did accomplish it. Diana was very patient with herself through it all, and still is. I called her recently to let her know I was using her for this essay, and her response is very similar to Cook’s, “Having dyslexia is not easy, very hard actually, but you must find different alternative strategies to deal with it in a positive way.” In comparison to Diana, Christopher struggles with it…