wish I was clairvoyant, to break the artifice of the narrator for a little bit. This is where my journey ends so to speak. I am currently a Junior, that summer I just mentioned was like 3 months ago. I still print out what I can, but for what I can't I paste it into a word document and change the colors of letters and it is still effective. I am basically a glorified tutor for ASU at this point, something they call a “writing mentor.” Saying this might give my boss an aneurysm, but I’m sure he wont mind too much. Its hard to say exactly what I have learned from any given experience about reading, at best I can offer a kid a tip if they express to me how difficult it is to read on a screen. I want to imagine that I gained a sense of empathy from everything that has happened. When a kid comes to me just absolutely hating the work they have to do, especially with the online classes I get that and am able to level with them in a way I dont think I would be able to otherwise. I think I am some help to the people that come to me. I hate ending on a positive note, in no small part because as John pointed out I am a cynic. It feels weird to end my current narrative here. It is unsatisfying; it almost ends in the middle of the story which is fitting. As of now I am still in the middle of learning how to read digitally. I am trying to get on vyvanse and I think I will I am exhausted by the amount of extra work I have to do, but its a system that works and lets me earn decent grades.
