When I was in eighth grade, my last school musical was “Annie.” I was hoping to land the role of Grace Farrell, Daddy Warbucks’ secretary and one of Annie’s caretakers.
Alas, the morning of the callback, the list was posted and as expected, I didn’t receive a callback for her. But, my friend Jenny* got a callback for her and I was excited for her.
Between classes, I happened to see Jenny and came to congratulate her on the callback. Because of my dysarthria, a speech disorder that I have through my cerebral palsy, Jenny didn’t know what I was saying. “Callbuck?” “No, callback.” “Mullback?” “Callback.” “Starbucks?” At this point, I was fighting tears as I was trying so desperately to say “callback.” To make things more humiliating, a teacher
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