Today while at work Kushi was on my lap as I was reading him a book, he was giggling constantly. He turned around and wrapped his little arms around my neck and gave my chin a wet kiss. My heart nearly melted because he has yet to smile when other people smile, or communicate in any sence. The progress he has made is undeniable, we can now lock eyes. When I sing to him he watches my lip movement, as if to memorize the way they move.

Last Tuesday I started my position in being a teacher assistant for the special education class at my school. It has only been six days, but I have more memories to fill a book. I start my day first period with these guys, and then end my day with Kushi. I feel very accomplished for starting to fallow my dreams so strongly this early in life. But, more than that I feel this great amount of exitement every single day, because I know that the experience and knowledge I am gaining could never be picked up from a book. Before I started in the class at my school I was sure I wanted to work with relatively young children(around 2nd and 3rd grade), but interacting with older children is opening my options. I don’t have to set my life in stone as far as what grade levels I want to teach, because I know that I would enjoy anything in the special education field!:)

A year and a half ago, my life honestly changed. I was given freedom from a life I felt captive in. I was given a chance to share my passions and my dream, I was able to vent about anything causing me discomfort. Something about being inlove with your best friend is pleasing to the heart. Time flies when you are inlove, in some ways I feel like I just met Alexander Liam, but in others I feel like we have known eachother for a lifetime. I was swept off my feet, as he first saw me falling out of my chair the first day of sophmore year. He says that everything turned to slow motion, like it does in the movies when they see the woman of their dreams. I immedietly thought no less of him, he instantly became my best friend, the person who I could go to for anything. The spark was undeniable, and we both felt it. For 7 months we hid our true feelings, ironic that we kept that detail a secret but discused everything else. Although things progressed slowly between us it was necisary, it gave us a chance to build a stable foundation of trust, and friendship that is crucial in our relationship today:) I am so far inlove with Alex that I could never even begin to think of life without him.

SCRIBBLING,

When all other forms of self expression fail, I can see your personality when you scribble.

Your little knees kick as you let out a scream, your cute little fingers grab a hold of mine asking me to join you.  You don’t stop kicking your knees until I trace my hand, and then you let out a little squeal fallowed by a gleaming smile. Something about my hands intrigue you…

My job is to help you overcome your disability to some extent, to improve your eye contact. When I read you the “Ears, Toes, and Nose” book you turn around and look me straight in the eyes for a longer time then your parents say you do.

Keep on scribbling(:

I am beyond exited for my first day of work, to me this is way more than just a job. It is the start of my career, I want to teach special needs children, and this is just the experience I need. This woman was seeking a play based therapist for her three year old son and I nearly passed up the opprotunity. Alex told me I would be perfect and it didn’t matter if I didn’t have a college degree. As time progressed in our interview she told me that I was just what she was looking for. People with degrees in dealing with special needs children had also contacted her, but I had qualities they did not. She saw huge potential in me, and looked past my age to see my qualifications. Age is not what defines you, I’m glad she saw my maturity and passion for the subject.

Wish me luck:D

LOVE

“A strong feeling of emotion toward another.”

Love can hardly be described in one sentence. Love can hardly be explained at all.

True love is passion, and sincerity. The feeling that you miss them before they have gone. Love is seriously every fantasy that has been drempt up, love is perfection when it is true love. Love is helping your partner through the tough times, and offering continuous support day in and day out.

To say the least, I love being in love.

MOMMY WHEN I GROW UP…

     When you are little your imagination dreams up crazy things that you want to be when you grow up. I wanted to be a veterinarian, a psychologist, and a zookeeper.

      Then maturity settles in, and high school flashes by before your eyes. Before you know it senior year is about to start and college applications are due. But, you are more exited then frustrated about the thought of college. Moving to a city with the clothes in your suitcase, and love by your side.

      I am constantly guided by my dreams, and sheltered by my hope. My passion for children is what I know will be the foundation of the rest of my life. Today I contacted a woman who was looking for a therapist for his three year old autistic son, I meet with her and her son tomorrow. I am more than exited, I sort of feel like tomorrow the rest of my life starts, Because, the love I have for children is unfathomable. It seems like the perfect job for me considering that I am planning on dedicating myself to special needs children.

      I want to reach out to children with disabilities, and I am not just another person wanting to help but in reality do not know what I am dealing with. I have learned first hand what it feels like to live with a disablity. Although my situation wasn’t as severe as autism, doesn’t mean it didn’t affect me.

      When I was small I had a speech impediment, my mom tells me the frustration I had because no one could understand what I was saying. I went to Glankler which was a school for special kids, and I got help. I have grown to have voice that can not stop, words constantly flow into poetry and stories. I overcame my disability and i want to show others they can too.

So wish me luck tomorrow:)

and for my whole future…!

In attempt to keep track of my life- which hardly moves at a fast pace anyway-I joined blog spot. I failed epically because something about venting my thoughts to a computer is not satisfying for some reason. I enjoy conversing with people who respond!(:

So here is take two, HELLO TUMBLR.

“Life is not measured in how many breathes you take, but how many moments take your breath away”

People come in varieties. Some appreciate the body, life, and soul they were given. And others don’t.

Some terrorize others, and others take the time to smile at every person who walks by.

Some hate others because they’re gay, and others rally on the corner in the poring rain supporting gay rights.

Some people ridicule others for things they can’t change, and others find something beautiful in each and every person.

Some people appreciate the little things like delicate kisses, others need luxuries.