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"What's your name," she asked.

"Richard," I whispered.

"Richard what?"

"Richard Wright."

"Spell it."

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"Spell it slowly so I can hear it," she directed me.

I did.

"Now can you write?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then write it."

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"You may go back to your seat," the teacher said.

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I spelled my name in a wild rush of letters, trying desperately to redeem my shyness. Again I turned to the blackboard and lifted my hand to write, then I was blank and void within. I tried very hard to collect my senses but I could remember nothing. A sense of the boys and girls behind me made me forget everything. I realized how completely I was failing and I grew weak and leaned my hot forehead against the cold blackboard. The room burst into a loud and prolonged laugh and my whole body froze. I sat and cursed myself. Why did I always appear so dumb when I was called to perform something in a crowd? I knew how to write as well as any pupil in the classroom, and no doubt I could read better than any of them, and I could talk fluently and expressively when I was sure of myself. Then why did strange faces make me freeze? I sat with my ears and neck burning, hearing the pupils whisper about me, hating myself, hating them.