Sadly, an Apraxia Adventure doesn't only consist of endless hours or speech therapy and mispronouncing words, it has its bullies. I'd be a liar if I said that the bullying wasn't that bad. If I had to pinpoint my worst, defeating Apraxia moments-it's definitely the bullies.
First grade, about seven years old, I was attending after-school daycare. There was a Trio of Trouble, a group of fourth-grade boys that seemed to stir up chaos wherever they went. They'd rough around, steal toys, and laugh at people. Unfortunately, these boys were popular just for being trouble makers.
Desperate for social interactions, I would accept any sort of treatment not knowing that I deserved to associate myself with those who cared about me. If only I knew better at seven, right? One day, when these boys decided to speak to me, I was actually naive enough to see them
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I choose a hot pink cast that I wore for several weeks and I even missed school the next day!
I returned to school the following Monday and was excused from my PE classes, from playing on the playground, and everyone asked to sign my cast. For once, I felt popular! I was actually cool for getting a cast and people noticed me because of the cast, not my funny voice.
As far as the Trio of Trouble, they also signed my hot pink cast. One of them even drew a happy face on it. As an adult, I probably would not have let them sign my cast, but I suppose that's the beauty of being a child. We are naive and forgive easily. Surprisingly, the Trio didn't make fun of me for falling and breaking my arm, they just left me alone from there on out.
Do not misinterpret this, I still did not like this Trio. But, it was easier to tolerate them just as long as they didn't talk to me. I still would be anxious and nervous, afraid that they'd say or do something to me when I saw them
The Appalachian Trail was also the product of a daydream atop Stratton Mountain, the brainchild of Benton MacKaye. MacKaye was an off-and-on federal employee, educated as a forester and self-trained as a planner, who proposed it as the connecting thread of "a project in regional planning." His proposal, drawing on years of talk of a "master trail" within New England hiking circles, was written at the urging of concerned friends in the months after his suffragette-leader wife killed herself. It appeared in the October 1921 edition of the Journal of the American Institute of Architects, at the time a major organ the regional-planning movement. MacKaye envisioned a trail along the ridge-crests of the Appalachian
After all he was a complete stranger. I was fourteen and I felt like my life had been altered without my permission. I saw him once more after this initial meeting. We went to White Castle with my other siblings. As a child I struggled with my weight. I remember not ordering a lot of food. I didn’t want him to think I was fat. I made sure to be polite and engaging. I wanted him to accept me. I wanted him to like me. I talked about school. But I made sure not to brag about my good grades. He asked me about boys and although at the time there was a boy I liked, I didn’t dare tell him that. He laughed at my vague response and said he didn’t want to have to hurt some knucklehead boy. In that moment I felt safe, protected. It felt so good.
bald and earless man who is part of the villagers of Deedee's village. He prevents Mark and Alec from being killed and recounts to them about the Flare virus which destroyed his village two months and three days before. He subsequently dies due to the virus.
I remember when I was in fourth grade and everyone treated me like dirt. One time, I went to say hello and probably more things, but I don’t remember what. They ran away
Trying out for cheering with a cast on was very nerve racking. My cast got in the way of everything that I had going on at that time, summer was right around the corner, I had a dance recital in a few days, and cheering tryouts were in a week. My cast was holding me back. I got up at six o’clock in the morning every Friday for a month because I had doctors appointments every week. I couldn’t go swimming with my friends when they asked me and I couldn’t go camping when my friends asked me.
I did not know how I should have acted towards them. When one man greeted me I took it the
Unfortunately, my joyless experience at school did not alter. I sat in the back of the class struggling to decipher all the new words and phrases that were thrown at me, but I felt more hopeless whenever I tried to listen. Regrettably, my desk partner, whose bilingual abilities were supposed to guide me, took my inability to express myself as a weakness and proceeded to give me misguided information. She was the first bully I encountered at my new school, and the fact that I couldn’t stand up for myself made everything worse.
One of the very first lessons I've learned is to learn your place or you'll soon be quickly disliked or even beaten. I didn't really have any friends at that time, so I was desperate, and joined a bad crowd. A few months later during recess a huge fight broke out between most of the boys in two 2nd grade classes. Staying out, and witnessing the fight far away was a weird sensation as for some reason I felt that I belonged to this particular group, but it was a scary at the same time since most of the boys had bruises all over their bodies, and black eyes. Personally, I think this fight was probably the reason why I was influenced to involve myself in such similar situations that'd later result in my 4+ RPCs over the course of a few years.
Bone showing with blood covering the paper towels, wrapping the elbow with ace wrap. The kind gentleman said be safe now, kole and Chris strolled down the sidewalk scrambling to call their moms to pick them up. They didn’t want to be late for curfew. Koles mom dropped Chris off in time for curfew but when Chris got home his mom freaked out because he got hurt. After my mom settled down. We finally went to the bathroom to clean up the bloody cut. The next day I was an excited kid that thought he was cool for skate boarding. I showed off the cut the next day to all of my friends, the next thing I knew I wasn’t so cool. In reality, the crash was stupid and not cool. I thought to my self still as the cut was a “war Wound”. Even though I thought it was cool other people did not for the past few weeks. I finally got over it and all my friends left me alone about all of it. From that day forward I knew who my real friends were. They were not the people that gave me a hard time for thinking something was cool. It was the guys who said “That’s so cool!” Now im a senior in high school and I always think back to that moment and realize. I wasn’t that cool I was just a typical kid that thought of his
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I had many things going against me when I was a kid. I was overweight, I dressed like a boy and my speech impairment weren’t easy to hide from others. My sister, was in shape and considered very beautiful from others, always liked to tease me about everything. At my apartment we had multiple apartments connected by a huge empty area in the middle where all the children come out to interact. At that time I had a strong connection to a doll named sally who I would bring everywhere. My sister once stole the doll from me and as I hid upstairs in my room she would yell at me to come down and get it from a large group of children that had formed to watch the endeavor. Obviously, being too shy and scared to go down the other children began to join in on the