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This is me and this is my story.

Since yesterday, I‘m allowed to sit at the front of the class. Right in the middle of the first row, in front of everyone. Exactly in front of Miss Duffner, my favourite teacher.

I’m not usually allowed to do anything, so I'm really happy about this. Although, I'm not quite sure about the difference between being allowed to do something and having to. Because normally, no one wants to (has to?) sit in the front row, not even if they’re allowed.

I was quite happy sitting at the back of the class. Then "Duffi" (my German teacher) said that I should sit "there". "There", right in front of her. Because I'm byslexic, and that way she can help me more.

She didn't explain what a byslexic is. No one else asked either. Maybe everyone else already knows.

Personally, I have no idea, but I didn't say that in front of the others.

When I got home I looked for it in the dictionary. We don't have Google (don't tell anyone). But I couldn't find anything at all. I think it has something to do with lexic. Maybe I'm some kind of double-lexic; maybe it's something to do with my genes, or maybe I should ask Mum...

...or perhaps I should go straight to Mr Hibschenberger. He's our school "scientist" and he told us all about DNA. That's got a lot to do with genes.

It's a really special kind of super-mega-tiny spiral that knows everything about everyone, and everyone's got one. At school we're learning about some really cool things now, and I really liked the stuff about DNA. But I can't find it anywhere. I've tried putting little bits of my skin, saliva and hair under the microscope. Nothing. I can't see anything. DNA is so mini-miniscule.

So even though it's science and not religion, as I can't see it I just have to believe "Hibsch".

Maybe I should just ask Mum.