tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422978739880896202024-03-13T18:38:46.920-07:00AZ is AmazingAZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.comBlogger619125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-89875684977588550682022-08-03T17:47:00.000-07:002022-08-03T17:47:29.935-07:00 Back to blogging Hi guys miss me.
I am 30 now and still live with CP , NVLD but now I am working on sloving PTSD. I have a BA but no job I was in a film program but that did not work out though I miss some of those friends and teachers. I am working on publishing my first childrens book Cerebral Palsy Party. I am explaining what Cerebral Palsy is to kids in a realistic and postive way. I can not wait til it comes out. I am hoping it comes out on October 6 of this year so I thought it be a good idea to dust off the old blog. Not only am I back to bloging all things inclusive education and disability rights I hope to use this as a diary of shorts. Professionally I am hoping to be a classroom para educatior before I enter the teaching credintal process. Teaching is still something I want to presue.
For family news
My dad retired
My mom is still working
My brother is living the city life in SF.
Mid Sis is at Phil's Coffee and loves it
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Another year is over and a new one begins. Here is my 2016 year in Review.<br />
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January 2016<br />
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I go to <a href="http://cal-tash./">Cal-TASH.</a> I have a lot of fun and get business cards made. My professor gives the keynote on Saturday and I win an Apple Watch. We also had a leap year. I also got to hang out at the mall with a kid with CP.</div>
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March 2016<br />
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Have fun in the Speical Olympics basketball tournament where I meet a Harlem Globe Trotter. I also see Wicked for the first time and love it.<br />
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Start my last quarter of college undergrad. I talk to an illustrator about a children's book about Cerebral Palsy. I meet a facebook friend at the Special Olympics track meet. Her son also has Cerebral Palsy and we hit it off right away. A fire truck comes to my college. Posting a selfie with it for<a href="http://www.lovethatmax.com/"> Fireman Max.</a><br />
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I attend grad fest and take senior photos. I get gold in both swimming and track and field.<br />
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I was on the school website and graduated from college. I got a shout out from the president of my college. My sister finishes university as well. We both have a graduation party and most of my mentors and friends come to my grad party. LM also comes to my grad party. I also get to go my first summer games.<br />
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July 2016<br />
Pokemon goes and a fun fourth of July at a friend's house. Pokemon go reminded me of my childhood. I join the blue team. I also start attending my local DS group as volunteers to encourage parents raising kids with DS. In person. Plans are made for a trip to Sacramento in 2017 for the NDSC annual convention. Born this way has a second season.<br />
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I visit <a href="http://www.palsprograms.org/">CAMP PALS</a> SAN Fransico. It is a wonderful camp for those with Down Syndrome Seeing people from around the country come together and get along with each other was definitely something great to see. I filled out an application to be staff next summer. <a href="http://www.palsprograms.org/applyforcamp">Applications for Camp Pals go out January first.</a> They have camps all around the US for those with Down Syndrome ages 12 to 30. See more here.I get silver in Special Olympics Golf.<br />
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I co-star in a Gatepath promo that plays at Stanford. I get to go on the field during halftime. I turn 25 and get new golf clubs. I attend a self-advocate conference. I also started working on a secret project. It will be revealed hopefully this spring.<br />
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The World Cerebral Palsy day photo montage is the longest it has ever been. Complete with a green background. <span style="background-color: #f5f6f5;">I do tip a cop at red robin and dress up as a minion for Halloween.</span><br />
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Stuff I wrote in 2016<br />
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<a href="http://azisamazing.blogspot.com/2016/10/the-life-lesson-behind-hide-and-seek.html">The Life Lessons behind hide and seek </a><br />
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Happy New Year everyone. I hope 2017 is filled with love kindness and inclusion for everyone. Sorry, I have not blogged. Things have been hard the past two months. I will hopefully blog more in 2017.<br />
<br />AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-88892022500649165292016-10-31T18:25:00.000-07:002016-10-31T18:25:47.241-07:00 Happy Halloween <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This marks the end of the 31 for 21 challenge. You can use the tag 31 for 21 2016 to see all the post from this month. I hope you enjoy. I will continue<br />
to blog about Speechless on Thursdays. So tune in. I dressed up as a minion this year. ( picture coming soon.)AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-6887409865989977362016-10-30T16:14:00.002-07:002016-10-30T16:14:44.088-07:00 Sunday video <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/aV6Av4WdCOc" width="560"></iframe><br />
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I interviewed Sophia last year. <a href="http://azisamazing.blogspot.com/2015/10/31-for-21-day-12-meet-girl-that-stared.html">Click here</a> to see the interview.AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-53643302718270209512016-10-29T14:47:00.004-07:002016-10-29T14:47:58.843-07:00 Saturday video <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uKKpjvPd6Xo" width="560"></iframe>AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-11306284638162670152016-10-28T08:39:00.000-07:002016-10-28T08:39:16.311-07:00 A Brave Heart Last night I got to meet an incredible person. Her name is Lizzie Velasquez, She was in town screening her documentary A brave heart. You can watch the trailer below,<br />
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On this episode of Speechless. JJ and Keneth go to a high school house party where JJ gets drunk. His parents seem mad at him , but in reality, they are happy for him.<br />
I am 25 years old living with Cerebral Palsy and I am on medication that makes it dangerous for me to drink . I still live at home and I think that if I came home from a house party drunk. My parents would be very happy.<br />
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When you have a disability, more often than not life is lonely. My high school career consisted of me going to one dance -- my Senior prom. I was not guaranteed that I would go to that. My mother insisted that I only go if I were escorted by a guy that didn't have a disability. I ended up going with someone who graduated the year before and was a Freshman in college . I did not have a group of close friends that I hung out with in high school. I was different and even though I was fully included for all academic subjects and graduated with my high school diploma, high school friends were nonexistent.<br />
I am hoping that Speechless encourages able-bodied high school students to include peers with disabilities in their Halloween house parties. <br />
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<br /><br />1 My grandfather loved old cars. He kept an assortment of old cars. To this day there are still old cars at my grandparents home. He loved to fix them up. He gave my brother one of his cars for his 16th birthday.<br /><br /><br />2 My grandfather loved my grandmother. They were together for a long time, The raised six kids together. They may have gotten in fights but they always made up<br /><br />3 My grandfather was an extremely hard worker. He had to quit school to help his family when his father died when he was a young boy.<br /><br />4 My grandfather valued education. Four out of his six kids went to college. One of my aunts owned her own business. My other aunt works for state farm, My mother became the first Black vice chancellor at UCSF. <br /><br />5 My grandfather was in the Army when it became integrated . It was a hard time but he had an excellent work ethic,<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">
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6 The day after my Grandfather passed a peacock came to visit my grandparent's house. Ever since Peacocks have been very important to my family.<br /><br />7 I wish he would have been here to watch me graduate college, move out and have kids.<br /><br />8 I wish I could be able to have my mom talk to him in heaven.<br /><br />9 I wish he could have been here to hear about my Princess trip to Italy when she gets back in December.<br /><br />10 I miss hearing his voice.<br /><br /><br /> Love you grandpa <br /><div style="clear: both;">
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AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-66498886437768083282016-10-25T14:34:00.000-07:002016-10-25T14:34:54.625-07:00 My first Summer Games<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So you guys know how I didn't post last summer , so I decided to post about my first Summer Games. My first games were back in June. I have been in Special Olympics for more than ten years and I have not had an opportunity to go to summer games until this year. I actually got chosen for both swimming and track, but you can not do both so I participated in my local track delegation. The games were held at UC Davis. On Friday morning we took a bus to UC Davis. It left around noon. There was a lot of traffic so we arrived in Davis around dinner time. Once we got off the bus, we were handed name badges and wristbands. We dropped off our bags and went to dinner. The dining hall food was amazing. There were so many good choices. Below is a picture of my dinner Friday night.<br />
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After dinner, it was time for the Opening Ceremonies. I got to hold the banner for my county. Our coaches gave us matching Blue shirts for the Opening Ceremonies. The opening ceremonies were lots of fun I just wished that they didn't use the word inspiring so much.<br />
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Our dorm room was located on the top floor of the building. There were two people in a room. My roommate was very clean, me not so much. I actually was kinda nervous about sleeping because this was the first time that I had slept away from home. I thought I would melt down. Turned out I was fine. I just played iPad games and read the book the T and D gave me as my college graduation gift. I went to bed around one am which is my usual bedtime.<br />
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My coached woke me up early on Saturday. I was very excited because I had slept through the night without incident. After getting ready and having breakfast it was time to do what I had come here for. I was going to run track. My first race was the 100-meter dash. I got bronze in that. I did way better in the shot putt. I got gold in that.<br />
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Lunch was a bento box. The food was really good.<br />
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There was a dance Saturday night. I wore a dress and danced the night away.<br />
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On Sunday. I threw the turbo javelin for first place and had an IRL with Beth, Patrick, and Rene. Later we had the four by hundred relay. Our team got silver. <br />
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I melded in all of my events. Not bad for my first Summer Games.<br />
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<br />AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-10383430962420804512016-10-24T11:50:00.000-07:002016-10-24T11:50:52.737-07:00 Fasion with Cerebral Palsy Hi guys so if you know me you will know that I like to dress more like a kid. I like to wear t-shirts and tennis shoes . I even wore tennis shoes to my college graduation. Today I want to tell you why I do not dress like my age.<br />
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I have trouble wearing traditional bras. It is nearly impossible for me to get one of them on and the material feels weird aginst my skin. I problem solve this by wearing a sports bra. This causes me to wear T-shirts.<br />
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<br />AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-73790038873058854332016-10-23T13:49:00.000-07:002016-10-23T13:49:08.968-07:00Sunday movie l<a href="https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kpA-FsKLA6A">Click here</a>AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-83091407132173142902016-10-22T18:25:00.003-07:002016-10-22T18:25:44.375-07:00 Inclusion is possible for kids with Down Syndrome <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3UzCn2WCUE8" width="560"></iframe>AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-66454706665848714372016-10-21T11:12:00.001-07:002016-10-21T11:16:49.211-07:00 This looks good <br />
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Have a good weekendAZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-89474433446131740492016-10-20T10:10:00.000-07:002016-10-20T10:10:43.229-07:00 Disability Discount <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Yesterday, I went to my local driving range. This is the same place where I play for Special Olympics and where I played in high school. I needed a rubber tee, the one pictured above. So I went to the pro shop. The guy gave me one for free<br />
Now I felt awkward accepting this for free because I am able to pay. I feel like he gave me it because I am disabled. After I was doneI went back and he insisted this I did not pay.I wish that I could have paid because I do not want to be pitied I want to be considered a regular person who is expected to pay. For me being seen as an adult is something that I am struggling with lately.AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-65444664828455656582016-10-19T13:44:00.000-07:002016-10-19T13:44:15.399-07:00 JOB HUNT Hi,guys so in June I graduated from a local university with a BA in Liberal Studies. So now I am looking for a job. Job hunting is a difficult process for everyone but I think it's y hard when you are disabled. AS of now I have applied at the following places<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Cutting things and doing art projects is a skill that is a staple in many kindergarten classrooms. I have Cerebral Palsy and I had some fine motor difficulty which made cutting difficult for my tiny hands to use. My OT recommended these special scissors that had bigger holes which make cutting easier. My mom donated multiple scissors to my kindergarten class. This made cutting easier for everyone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Due to my Cerebral Palsy, I had trouble sitting well. My trunk muscles were so weak that it was easier for me to put my feet up near my chest which did not make for great learning posture. I had an adapted chair from second to fifth grade. It was a blue chair with a block on the back with a velcro cushion . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">When I was in second grade , I moved to the public school so there were more resources to help me access the general education curriculum. One was an Alpha Smart. I am sure that many disabled students remember these word processors . I had one in second grade. This helped me type my spelling words and write stories. Nowadays Ipads and tablets can do far more cool things than my word processor ever could. I did not like using these things because I wanted to be like the other kids. In third grade, I got access to the school computer and by fourth grade I wanted to write and my teacher agreed to let me write. In middle school, my aide and I took notes. In high school I took my own notes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> In college I used a Pulse pen to help me take notes. I highly recommend this for students who are auditory learners. It is better than a tape recorder because when you touch on a note it actually plays what was said while you are taking notes. I think this assisted me with doing well in college. I graduated from Community College with honors.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I love name tags because when I meet someone that can't understand my real name I just showed them my name tag. It is easy and quick. A few weeks ago someone gave me the nickname that I now use to introduce to people. I love my new nickname.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Do you have any adaptation that you use? Want a more in-depth description of an adapted strategy? Leave a comment below.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">So my two friends tandem blogged about the frustration they have when people wait to ready as an excuse. They then invited people to continue blogging. </span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://fullinclusionforcatholicschools.org/preview/born-ready/"> Born Ready: National Catholic Board on Full inclusion, written by Beth Foraker </a></span></div>
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One of my favorite old-school childhood games is hidden and seek. Kids count than say "Ready or not here I come." </div>
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When I was four about to turn five. My parents had their version of " Ready or not here I come," except they were not joking about it because it was the most important decision of their lives and would impact me for the rest of my life. It was time to pick a school for me to go to for Pre-Kindergarten. Up to this point, I had been educated with kids who had speech impairments in a county program the next town over. But now it was kindergarten, the big leagues. They decided to have me apply for a private school. This school welcomed me in with open arms ,but let's say for a minute that they said.</div>
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<br />If you are reading this thinking that they can't justify special education for that. Your right they can't because it's against the law, but I have heard too many stories from parents of kids with intellectual disabilities of school officials saying that their kid isn't ready because of their disability. Because if these same people used this I would have never stepped foot in a general education class. Because at 25. I have a real hard time saying my name, I still drool, I have bad balance, but when they were willing to make accommodations for me I was able to learn. </div>
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Instead at the private school, I was able to be myself, and my peers got to learn that disability was not something to be ashamed about. I was able to drool and not have kids mind because sometimes I drooled. My drool and I were invited to birthday parties and kids from my school went to my birthday parties.</div>
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In kindergarten, my teacher was determined to teach me how to jump rope. When she was on yard duty she made it her personal mission to teach me how to jump rope. By the end of the year, I was jumping rope. That kid with bad balance learned how to jump rope. The kid with bad balance learned from her best friend how to do the monkey bars. </div>
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A few weeks ago, After that kid that could not pronounce her name, graduated with their BA. They had a work around. They have a short name. There are workarounds for a lot of things. More on that tomorrow.</div>
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Adults need not be ready to include students with significant disabilities . They just need a belief that all kids can learn alongside their peers. Students with significant disabilities do not need to be reading, or potty trained or speaking in full sentences. They are ready and are coming. Luckily there is a lot research that supports resources that supports full inclusion. So schools that feel "not ready" can get ready because ready or not here comes disabled kids. What you'll find is worth the finding when done right . </div>
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AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-1370593017718325542016-10-16T12:00:00.000-07:002016-10-16T12:00:27.429-07:00 Important documentry Hard to watch but important to see. I want to live in a world where all disabled lives matter. These test might change this. Disabled people are not broken and our lives have value. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8audGmlFc4">Click Here </a> to see this documentary from the UK.AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-16234021862601182232016-10-15T23:10:00.002-07:002016-10-15T23:10:55.012-07:00 Today's Video Great video by Born this Way. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFlfDDEqqok">Here </a>is the video. Sorry this video is late.AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-60963553187270991632016-10-14T14:59:00.003-07:002016-10-14T15:00:13.120-07:00 Really happy with this tool<br />
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I have been using this tool for a week and am very happy with it.I recommend it for everyone. Have a good weekend.AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-17541247568922728742016-10-13T12:22:00.001-07:002016-10-13T12:39:28.182-07:00 Not that Inspiring: Speechless episode four <span style="font-size: x-large;">On this episode of Speechless, JJ and Keneth get to spend the entire day together without mom or school,while the rest of the family gets to go to Paintballing and Ice Skating two things that with JJ are hard to do. Durin their day together JJ and Kenneth become the objects of pity and get special perks, for example. they get to get into a Dogger Game for free. At first,JJ is into to this, but by the end, he is not happy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> I have mild CP , so while I do not get inspiration a lot I still get it. When people call me inspiring, I do not like it. I mean I have not done anything that great. Yes I have a disability and have overcome a ton and I think I am strong and think I am amazing, but I do not like being called inspiring because it does one of two things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> One It shows me how limiting you think that disabilities are.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> So one time in college I had something happen to me that I have called the Seal incident. In a Linguistics class at a private college. The teacher overly praised me for doing well on the first test of the quarter . She came to where I was sitting and wanted to shake my hand because I had gotten the second highest grade, she did not praise the highest student. I felt like a seal. I hated this in fact it discouraged me from doing well on future tests in that class. I later learned that she thought I was not going to do well. This made me mad. Let me tell you guys something. Just because you thought I wouldn't do well doesn't mean it's a miracle when we do well it just means that you had low expectations because we have disabilities. I am a disabled honor student and no that is not surprising.</span><br />
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Two It puts me on a pedestal<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Inspiration puts me on a pedestal. Just because I have a disability does not mean that I am always good. I have made lots of mistakes, just like everyone else. I am just a human being trying to have a good life according to my family values. </span>AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-4920896857700338952016-10-12T17:31:00.000-07:002016-10-12T17:31:03.716-07:00 Down Syndrome Connection of the Bay Area <b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Last Sunday was the annual Step Up for Down Syndrome Walk. I went because for the last few months I have been helping the Down Syndrome connection of the Bay Area bring Services to the Peninsula. I love helping them because they have really cute kids and I feel that having services to meet the needs of those with DS is a great thing. Here is a poster that I made on my own for the walk. I got lots of help from my facebook friends. I think the poster turned out well What do you think?</span></b><br />
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<br />AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-19530150275537856172016-10-11T14:39:00.001-07:002016-10-11T14:39:33.093-07:00 Did you know <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Of women with Developmental Disabilities are raped. We need to teach men to respect women. This needs to end. It is not acceptable. We must do better.AZ Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797298787967914735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042297873988089620.post-88438958232201622582016-10-10T12:13:00.000-07:002016-10-11T14:39:57.270-07:00 Stranger Danger <br />
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<b>I have a story about a guy treating me badly. It happened in 2011, on a rainy day in March . I was running to try to catch the bus and missed it. This junky four passenger car comes up. Inside it was a white man. He offered me a ride. Stranger Danger kicked in and I said no and continued to walk and did not think anything of it. Until about two minutes later when he came back again. He asked me again if I wanted a ride, I declined. He then asked if I wanted money to have sex with him. I told him to leave me alone. That was really scary and I am glad that he did not try to get out of his car because I do have a physical disability so he would have been able to do what he wanted with me. It wasn't funny , and not something to joke about. It was just plain wrong, Men need to treat Women with respect. </b><br />
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