SHE MOCKED MY “BROKEN ENGLISH” IN THE SCHOOL GYM—THEN MY PHONE LIT UP WITH HER CAREER’S DEATH SENTENCE “Don’t put HIM in our group,” Ms. Hargrove snapped into the mic, echoing through the school gym. “He can barely read the directions. He’ll drag you down.” The bleachers rippled with laughter. I stood there with my project folder pressed to my chest, cheeks burning, hearing the words the way I always do—twisted, scrambled, like my brain is playing roulette with letters. Dyslexia. In a language t