TDSB School Asked My Autistic Student Not to Attend Graduation

Mafa:

E-mail this post to the school board trustee and superintendent for Muirhead:

Trustee: Ken.Lister@tdsb.on.ca
Superintendent: Beth.Veale@tdsb.on.ca

Originally posted on Heart Learning Centre & CampZone:

14704200941_0002188237_zI woke up this morning to the word ‘freedom’ in my mind. How wonderful I thought- this is a day to project freedom. I was asked by Priya’s dad (not her real name) if I could take care of her this morning and drop her to school at 10:30am rather than regular time at 8:40am. Priya my autistic student that attends my after school program and is absolutely beautiful. Hmmm- That was a strange request I thought. I was happy to care for her however confused about why the school would ask for her to come late. He told me that the teacher asked the JK students to come at 10:30 because the Senior kindergarten students were having graduation. So this morning I did have to pass by the school at 8:40 and noticed ALL the kids were on their way to school – as usual. The parents, students and teachers were dressed…

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Radiohead – Creep (cover) by Daniela Andrade

When you were here before
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fucking special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

She’s running out the door
She’s running out
She run run run run…
Run…

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here

Chaos

If you knew about
The darkness
That is in my mind
Would you still see me
As a worthy cause?

Is this what crazy feels like? Like nothingness? Like a beehive of thoughts that are just there…so are the feelings, but they’re a constant buzzing in the background. I wonder if my mind just learned how to do that as a self preservation mechanism to avoid craziness? Perhaps. A chaotic mind isn’t a very pleasant thing to deal with, its taxing and ever so draining in every aspect possible. Letting good thoughts push through that chaos is laborious.

I’m not sure what I prefer, the nothingness or the consistency….i would say the nothingness i guess. Maybe I’ll change my mind when the alternate is a good one.  It’s fucking ridiculous how confusing this are in my head right now, i don’t like it.

Tangled mind

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

  

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. 

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size 

But when I start to tell them, 

They think I’m telling lies. 

I say, 

It’s in the reach of my arms 

The span of my hips, 

The stride of my step, 

The curl of my lips. 

I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me. 
I walk into a room 

Just as cool as you please, 

And to a man, 

The fellows stand or 

Fall down on their knees. 

Then they swarm around me, 

A hive of honey bees. 

I say, 

It’s the fire in my eyes, 

And the flash of my teeth, 

The swing in my waist, 

And the joy in my feet. 

I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me. 
Men themselves have wondered 

What they see in me. 

They try so much 

But they can’t touch 

My inner mystery. 

When I try to show them 

They say they still can’t see. 

I say, 

It’s in the arch of my back, 

The sun of my smile, 

The ride of my breasts, 

The grace of my style. 

I’m a woman 
Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me. 
Now you understand 

Just why my head’s not bowed. 

I don’t shout or jump about 

Or have to talk real loud. 

When you see me passing 

It ought to make you proud. 

I say, 

It’s in the click of my heels, 

The bend of my hair, 

the palm of my hand, 

The need of my care, 

‘Cause I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me.