Oh School..

It has finally begun...

So I am into my third year of school and as usual nothing has changed. Even though I am part time, I still keep seeing the stupid people who walk the halls. Granted I shouldn't call freshman stupid (sense I know a few freshman whom are friends of mine and are far from stupid and are not part of this stereotype) but I still see in pretty much all the others the immature nature that is involved and it just makes me agitated. The way they look at people is still that of a child and it is quite agitating. I hope that in other schools this isn't the case but as far as I can tell, this is still the case. I have an unfortunate (yet fortunate?) situation of having two teachers with very thick accents. It is hard to understand them both but my current math teacher is my main focus. Not only is it hard to understand him but he does these weird metaphors. It's not bad or anything its just hard to relate to the metaphors. Personally I feel he has to give it straight and we can come up with our own metaphors.

Back on topic, I find the younger generation full of insignificant brats. Though it is rare to find the opposite, I see many young adults walk the halls with the typical high school "swag". The body language of cocky stuck up brats. It agitates me. This is supposed to be a step up from high school not a second attempt at high school. Even with my math teacher with the heavy accent, I heard a student in the back making snooty comments in the back. Really people? If you don't like it...


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My Attempt at Lyrics...

Like I need to write a song so I guess its a poem for now...

(this will not rhyme!)

There are these days where everything is right
You and I were just friends.
Things were calm and collective
Normal, right as rain.

You go through this hell where everything is bent
I can only imagine the pain that is in your veins.
All can't be helped
You seem so lost and hurt.

I want to comfort your heart and comfort your soul
I am far more than you thought
I want to ease your pain.
I want to make you better.

There is this feeling though that holds me back.
This desire to help you but it feels awkward.
I just want to embrace you but it doesn't feel right.
I don't know where to take this.

I don't want to send the wrong signals.
Its all I have.
I like you but you don't me.
Not in that way at least.

I don't know how to help you.
I don't know how to not bring on this awkward feeling that we have said never to bring up.
I am stuck in the middle.
Help me... Help you.

A Short Blurb...

I typed on Facebook..

This is the following post I made just moments ago and hope that all of you get the chance to read it. Thanks for reading my posts thus far and may I tell you all my experiences with Aspergers Syndrome:


I have so many mixed feelings on autsim and its community and parents. Though I have grown up with an autistic older sister I don't quite see the burden that others have. This could be due to the severity of the case or it could be me not quite seeing the relationship. I can tell you now that though I may have aspergers syndrome and do not have severe cases of autism, I find myself offended when people say that they wish there child didn't have the disorder. What I want to hear in all the world for those whom are autistic, is that they wish that society would love, respect and learn autistics. Instead we are given this nasty look as if society wishes nothing to do with them/us. I pray that research is done fully to the highest extent and that if a cure is in deed provided that it is given by choice and based upon severity. I know there are some who go through hell and back and truly do suffer from it. If they wish for a cure that is fine. But for those like us whom need no true help via pill, I only wish that those people can be accepted. I look at these words and only find one true answer involving society...

It will never happen unless we educate. Please for the love of all who are human and holy, do some research on the subject then judge me. If there is one thing that I am forever glad for in my friend/co-worker (you know who you are) it is this:

Thank you for doing at least some research on the subject and treating me like an adult for the first time in a while. I know others have treated me like adults and I know some have done research (that I am aware of). But you are the only one I know whom have done both. For that I thank you Charlse. I also would like to thank Patty (no facebook account so no links to either one) for listening to me. No matter the issue I have to face, you listened and praised me for the good I have done. For that I tip my hat to the both of you and give a respectful bow.

Thank you all for reading this if you have and may God bless you this week and many days to come.

I Talk to Myself (Part Two)

Cause I just discovered something....

I have been on some autism forums and found something quite relieving. I have said before about me talking to myself. Whether it is an autistic trait is unsure but I have found that many people with autism actually do this. It's a short but sweet message here but I am glad to find that others with autism do this. I wasn't if others had this 'think out loud' concept. It is quite therapeutic and helps alot. Just a short blurb. Not much of a part 2 but what was I supposed to call it? Part 1 1/2?


Read Part One