{I don’t get things wrong.}
madxkingryan
He’d been an overachiever since he was young. Getting things right being as close to perfect as possible was the only way he’d ever been able to fend off his mother’s anger that seemed always focused on him. He got straight A’s all through high school and had a full ride to college now. He was double majoring in Geophysics and Biochemistry.
Numbers and sciences were is strong point, anyone could tell, especiallyw ith his majors. Unfortunately his dyslexia made written word difficult and that’s where most of his issues came from.
Unlike in high school where he’d had a program set up that read the problems out loud to him, he didn’t have it in college. So he was struggling. During his last test in one of his chemistry classes he had failed, and was quite distraught to the point of calling up his professor and asking to meet with him. He couldn’t fail. He refused.
He was sitting, fidgeting quietly in his seat. It was late night, and the older man’s office was small, all which made him nervous, which made his stutter stick out even more. “I-I need t-t-to.. Uh, retake this.. This t-test, I-I c-can do the p-problems, I-I, really.. Really c-can! You h-have to let me r-retake it.”
