The Boy from Barataria
The late afternoon I drove to the Primary School in North Trinidad in the area of Barataria, I remember three things; the classroom was stiflingly hot and humid, it was cramped and there were no more that a dozen parents present including a friend. My brief was to tell them about dyslexia and the specialised programme I was beginning to use. This was a first for me in many ways; the first school I was presenting to, the first client I was to work with , and unwittingly, this