Back in the Day

  I loved that sweat shirt  u can not tell but it had  woody and buzz on it

A chunk of chapter three

   the backround is Alixes  Bounding  a teenager  with CP   is now a freshman at Algond high school in Medowlake  which is a town in the unitiied states. She wants to try out  for  her high school's basketball team.


Jim Stickler    was  what you  call a   highly  respectable  coach .   His  teams  were the ones that won championships and  his  players were the ones  who got  the scholarships   for collage  and  news  reports  in the   Meadowlake    times newspaper.  He   was a   alumina of    Algon High school and in his day  been  MVP in  football baseball and basketball, now  as a  coach and  head of the athletic department   he  wanted to  keep the   Algon high school  altheic  program  to the same standards  as     they had when he  went there  in his  youth.  This  year  he   was drafted  to coach the  ladies  varisty basketball team  as well as oversee the  freshman and sophomore  basketball  progam   too.

 Tryouts  were   the week after Halloween  on  a  Wednesday.   On that Wednesday  he was assigned to  cheek  in the    junior varsity  players.  So far it seemed  to  go well a  lot of the freshman  girls    had some  height and    fairly  good academic records, Jim had spent the   Tuesday night  looking over the  players   grade  as  was  standard  proitcall for      players  to sign up to clear  grades   before trying  out . It  seemed to be  turning out to   be a successful  normal  season of basketball  for the  Algon   Saber  Tooth  tigers     that was  until   a freshman  showed   up.

  She  was   skinny and     tall   jim would have  guessed that she was around  58  with honey colored  skin and  a  orange  t shirt    shorts and shoes.  A  promiseing  player  indeed     Jim tought  as  he asked “Name,”

“Alecus,”  Jim header  her  say  with doorl. His heart sunk    the girl  was not promising    she    seemed  to Jim to have belonged   in the special  education classes  , a sped  student.

 Sorry   what  Jim said and    strained  to decipher the  name from the  anomaly  speech

Althus       said the girl 

Athena

  No    the  girl  yelled and   tried again with little  success.

       Do u  guys  want more   before the end of the month  let me know

Calling all readers

   So today was the day of our local Buddy walk that I  again did not  make.    I am hoping that  I will  not have to be an odd one at a  walk   because  I am hopping to plain  a Cerebral Palsy walk  this March ( march is Cp Awareness month)     I have a place in mind  but I need your help esp  if u  help  organize a Buddy walk.  How do u do it     A good  place to start  anything  please leave comments  so  I can get this thing rolling

Smarter then I Speak

What if I told you that you had to watch people kick a ball back and forth for an hour and a half? Would you agree to   it?  Would you enjoy it?   It sounds rather boring but millions   of people worldwide enjoy watching soccer.    The difference is that the kicking of a ball has purpose    in game of soccer compared to watching people kicks balls back and fourth. The purpose is a goal that the players are trying to achieve   for there team.     Similarly, in life goals   severe as a purpose outside of the victory that is felt upon achieving them.

      Goals are different    for different people   in various aspects in their lives.   One of my biggest goals in life is improving the clarity in the articulation of my speech.   Speech has never been something that I could have taken for granted as a result of me being diagnosed as a toddler with Cerebral Palsy. Cerebral Palsy   is the result of having   a lack of oxygen before, shortly after, or during birth.     Because     I was born prematurely, the   likely hood of me getting this chronic illness increased.    As an infant using my mouth mussels    to eat was a challenge and to this day my speech is unclear and I   always bite on my drinking straws.  I cannot say all the sounds fluidly in the English language but understand everything that is said to me.  This is really frustrating for me   and to make matters worse I am my hardest critic. To me everyone’s speech sounds clearer than my even those with disabilities.   Due to the reasons above my speech clarity is a goal that I have.

             Goals are the gas in a person’s engine, in that they provide the drive for people to work hard.   When I was little ,I thought that if I worked really hard that when I was an adult I would speak normally.   I did not mind speech therapy back than.  I went and worked hard and did things that the speech teachers asked me to do. I tried so  many techniques from lying on my back trying hard to say sounds to having stuff   in my mouth to   work to strengthen my mouth mussels. I did not mind working hard because my thinking was   I had to do this in order to speak like   grown ups do. Looking back on it, I would say that it was hard work   but   I complied   with the grueling work and stuck to it in hopes of  achieving my goal. My fuel  was my goal and with it I  forged  ahead with speech therapy. 

               Just like in cars, without goals   there is no inner fuel; thus there is a lack of motivation to work  hard  . In seventh grade my speech teacher told me that I   would always have unclear speech do to Cerebral Palsy.    The speech teacher and I got along well   and I trusted her so I took the information   at face value.   The remainder years I had at speech therapy though the school system   were a waste of  time for me and the speech pathologist. I no longer   had a goal   so the work became extremely frustrating. During my junior year of high school ,I stopped going to speech therapy for a while.   I had a class that period that I went to anyway so I went there instead of therapy.   I was taking   Advance Placement  United States history from a guy who had a hard  time understanding ,me and I   once  I  told him that I had left speech he got vary concerned for me and encouraged   me to return to speech.   So I was back to sitting across   from   my speech pathologist    understanding to put my tongue in the roof of my mouth and being unsuccessful. I hated speech therapy after seventh grade because the light that was supposed to be at the end of the tunnel, me speaking clearly was no longer in site   so the work became grueling and painful for me to sit though.   On the rare occasions that I did work hard the vain mussels in my neck popped out , yet   it seemed pointless  because my speech would always be gibberish. It became a chore to go to speech therapy because  I no longer had a goal.                    

              Goals  are necessary for  people to  make hard  work meaningful.  By the end of the  fall 2010 semester I want  to  achieve   the  goal of  getting into speech therapy and working  diligently  at improving the articulation of my speech.  I want  to  do this by  enrolling at  Peninsula  Associates  , a speech center walking distance from my house. A big barrier to achieving this goal will be  being able  to afford the  assessment  and  speech lessons.  It  may also be  hard to focus if I  have  a lot of homework   or other  stuff in my  mind.   I can get around the finical barriers by getting SSI  or  getting my insurance pay for the  therapy. As far as the attention barrier I can try to  get focus as  I am  in the waiting room, and plan ahead by keeping up to date with my school assignments.  Now  that I know  speaking clearly can  be a goal to me,   recent research  shows the brain in more plastic than my seventh grade teacher  thought,  I think I can improve the diction in my speech so that   I could work  in any profession  I chose  ,as well as being a advocate   for  people with disabilities.   

have an essay so I am going to post this

 Due to CP  I think I like Inculdeing sam better but we will see  I wonder if they will have the video at the walk on sat

Sad soccer story

  As  some of u know this year I  am playing soccer  for the local special olympics. it has not been working out so great. 

See there are two teams  on the pratice site  the  A team and the b team. I have been playing ayso for  a long time on the regular leagues(U6 -u14) I also watch my high school  soccer games and I know a thing or too about  soccer. I would classify my slef as intermedite to  pre advance  in terms of soccer skills. The coach does not so she put on the  lower team  the first pratice   with the hope that  if I coraporated I would be on the A team.   

Well yesterday  the head coach was'nt at pratice  so two nice men filled in. I did my drills and stuff and come scrimidge  I  tried to seneak over to play. The others got soo mad  telling  me i was not on the  team.  Most of them are friends with DD and it did not help that two weeks eariler  at bowlingI  got mad with DD and put  mutiplea ball in the guter  and  yesterday's pratice was the first  time  I had  seen everyone and  some new people got  anoyed with me.   Let me tell you right now  people with intelicual disablities can remerber bad things.  


 I ended up scrimigeing on the lower  team yesterday and did great got some goals saved some goals  on defesne too. When the coachs called  quits  I headed over to get some soda and some guy told me " Hay,ifyou play on the A team everyone will quit. "


 I got mad  partly cause I was caught off guard .  I had played on the b team  I was playing good. I started yelling i do not understand. Me and the guy have gotten along well up until this point. 

How am i doing today

  feel like a lonner

 this song keeps me company though  enjoy