Feb. 3rd, 2005

Oh joy

Feb. 3rd, 2005 03:24 am
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Looks like it's one of those nights when Blake is going to wake up at 3am and not go back to sleep. He's congested, and I think feeling crummy.

What better way to make sure I'm feeling it, too?
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It's nearly 5am, and since Blake has been up for quite a while he seems to think the bus should come now.

Ahh, what a lovely morning.
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There will apparently be some birthday cake at my house on Sunday. Let me know if you'd like to come over and eat some.

another day

Feb. 3rd, 2005 08:54 am
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Kid is safely and might I add quite serenely on the bus. Since Elie has been puttin him on the bus MWF so I can make my 8am class, he has completely ceased all BS drama that he was doing before. That's pretty nice.

I'm exhausted, and it's my long day. Not that they're not all long, but I have class at 9:30, work at school until 2, then immediately have to run home to get my car and take off to work at magnet until 8 or so. I'm supposed to go out for a drink with the guys I work with after that, and I'm so not feeling it, near utter lack of sleep and all. (and that lvoely 8am class the next morning)

Well, 3 days down, 69 days remain in the semester. I've got tons of paperwork to fill out to graduate, but I've printed much of it, and am going to try to get an appointment with my advisor this next week.

So the saga continues. Will our hero graduate? Will he really be able to drop cell bio since he just realized he took it at WVU in 1988? Will he remember to post his transcript request to WVU? Stay tuned and find out.
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Potentially not work safe if you don't want your coworkers to see you teary eyed.

This is an essay written by a girl I found on livejournal in the autism forum.

http://www.livejournal.com/community/autism/122655.html


A Different Kind of Hero
From Janine Langella: My daughter wrote this essay about her brother for the annual PTA sponsored Reflections contest. She was selected as a finalist from her school, and her piece was submitted to the district level. I thought you may want to share it with the people on your list, and they can pass it on to whomever they wish as well. She is 12 years old, and I think she has a better understanding of what is going on in this world than most adults do.

Everyday he gets up. He has to be helped in the bathroom. He needs to be cleaned and eating his breakfast is really hard. He hates to eat; sometimes just smelling food makes him gag. He smells everything. He gets dressed with help, and than they come to our house or he gets on a bus and he goes to them. They teach him how to walk, how to use a fork and spoon, how to speak and how to look at you when you call his name. He has no friends, but he is always busy. He hardly talks, but most of the time when the phone rings it is for him. I am talking about my baby brother. He is 3 years old, I am 12. Even though I am older, I look up to him now, and I probably always will.
He is my different kind of hero. He has Autism.

Everyday is a struggle for him to learn how to do the things we do. Like going to the bathroom. Putting on your clothes, eating a bowl of cereal, or just saying good morning. Instead of getting to play with a bunch of little kids like other 3 year olds, he is busy inside classrooms learning how to be a person. Some people think that a kid with autism has no feelings, not true. I say they have too many feelings.

With my brother in my life I can now see kids who have the same disability. I see how it is for them. I think about when my brother gets older, and I know he will always be different. I know that he will get laughed at, and I know he will not have many friends. All I can say is I feel sorry for the people who will never give him a chance to shine. They will be missing out on the greatest thing in the whole world and that is simply...him, my brother with Autism. He is my different kind of hero plain and simple.

He has made me see that not everyone is perfect. He has taught me without even having to speak a word that life is what you make of it. Either you get up every day and do your best, or you get up and give up. Like I said, he is only 3 years old, but he is so smart. He will probably never realize just how much he has taught me. Just how much he means to me, and just how much I will continue to learn from him and use in my life. I am a better person for knowing him, and having him.

He inspires me, and he is such a great teacher. He will always have me, and I will always have him. I hope that through him I can help other people out there understand what it is like for a kid like my brother. I am a better person because of him, and to me there is no greater hero than one who can teach you how to be human, and humble.

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