In fact, it was years before I even knew I was dyslexic. Instead of forcing me to learn a specific way, my mother was able to tailor our curriculum to meet my needs, which allowed me to excel in subjects I had an aptitude for and work on the ones I was lacking in. I was never told that I was stupid, slow, or any other term for less than everyone else. I was taught that I was smart and capable. Plus, I was encouraged to decide what I wanted to learn and was always responsible for my own homework. In this way, I was given ownership of my education and was able to discover how I learn best and how to organize myself and my work. Furthermore, in addition to subjects like math, science, and writing, I was also taught simply how to learn and love learning. This was the most valuable preparation for the future I could have received. Part of that future started in June 2015, I was sixteen years old sitting in a testing center at Tacoma Community College about to take the Accuplacer. This would determine if I could qualify for running start. I was terrified. Despite that terror, I took the test. To my great joy, I, the dyslexic homeschooled student, successfully tested into college