The Kids Behaved Better Than The Adults

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The request read…

“Hold all applause or any cheering until all graduates have received their diplomas. Every student graduating deserves our undivided attention and respect. Not every child has the good fortune of having lots of family and friends who can attend the ceremony. Though guests are there to support their individual graduate, the ceremony is for all graduates. Thus, we ask that you save your heartfelt applause and cheering until our principal presents the entire graduated class.”

Pretty clear don’t you think.

A month before the ceremony this statement was mailed home and an acknowledgement form stating parents and students read and understood the guidelines had to be signed and returned to school before a senior could receive a cap and gown. And then, in the program, the program that was handed out to every single one of the thousand people in attendance, this statement was written, in bold,

“Graduation is a milestone in the life of a student and his family. The dignity of the occasion can best be observed by refraining from whistling or applauding for any one student. Your congratulations can best be shown by applause for the entire class after the last graduate has been awarded his diploma.”

Finally, before the presentation of the diplomas, during the graduation ceremony itself, the principal made an impassioned plea to PLEASE honor and respect both the graduates and the solemness of the ceremony by following the request to not applause for individual graduates.

And do you think everyone could follow a simple, respectful rule?

Sadly, no.

Some groups stood and whistled, whooped it up and hollered and applauded for their graduate like they were at a football game and their team had just scored the winning touchdown.

Like they were the only ones in the building.

Like earnest requests for decorum just didn’t apply to them.

Like this event was theirs and theirs alone and they could act any way they wanted.

Now, I am not always Miss Follow Every Rule. I have been known to bend things occasionally. Like when we had the tree guy cut down the dead oak in our backyard without asking for permission like we are supposed to from the arborist that oversees the historic district in which we live. I was like, “Ask permission to cut down a dead tree?” That’s stupid.

Avoiding the red tape of city bureaucracy to expedite the removal of a potentially hazardous tree seemed to me the obvious thing to do. Besides, before I did it I applied the test I give to moments when I bend rules…

Does my not following this rule impact anybody else?

If the answer is no, then I sometimes bend.

But when you are sitting at a milestone event in the life of 109 young adults and 15-20% of your fellow attendees don’t feel like they need to follow the rules, that they don’t need to respect what has been asked of them, that they feel no need to protect the integrity of an event that isn’t even truly theirs, well, that really irritates me.

It really does.

At one point, after a particularly loud group of graduation revelers made complete asses of themselves, the principal paused the ceremony and asked again for refrain. But despite her plea, the outbursts continued.

I simply cannot imagine flat-out ignoring the request of the host of the event in which I am attending.

Moreover, the graduate whose name had just been called, this young person walking across the stage before a thousand people, this young person who had just worked their butt off to graduate from one of the Top Ten public high schools nationwide, I imagined them being mortified that their moment was marked by a show of complete disrespect, apparent to everyone in attendance, by their guests. Their people were completely ignoring the request made by the person whose hand they were about to shake and from whom they were receiving their diploma.

Is that how some people celebrate success? But acting like total failures?

And poor Officer Smiley, the school’s security guard that was in attendance. When I first spotted him I thought how nice it was that he was there to watch the students he has helped since Freshman year graduate. But the event turned into a night of work for him, going from group to group after an outburst. At one point I spotted him in the balcony with his arms up the air, facing a group with this, “what do we have to do to make you understand” look of exasperation written all over his face.

Really.

And I thought, there are people out there with absolutely no sense of respect. No discipline. No self-control. They apparently must feel entitled to do whatever they want the moment they want to do it with absolutely NO REGARD to anyone else and that really bothers me. Because we don’t live alone. We have to live together, as a society, and if we can’t follow the simplest rules of decorum, if we can’t hold our impulses any better than that, then, harshly put, we’re fucked.

So I am just hoping the kids are more evolved than quite a few of the adults. I hope they saw the trashy behavior of some and thought to themselves, “When it’s my turn to be in such a position I will not allow myself to behave in such a disgraceful way.” Maybe as intelligent and accomplished as these kids are, kids who have the discipline to make it through three and four AP classes a year will have the self-control to follow rules of etiquette and be respectful to others.

I think if they learned that one final lesson, on the night of their high school graduation, then they will have indeed completed a very valuable education.

It’s Graduation Day!

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Milestones.

Achievement.

Moving forward.

A day shared.

Happiness.

Just a few of the thoughts bouncing around my head that is oh so full of thoughts. But right now, today, I don’t feel like trying to grab the thoughts and putting them into any kind of order.

Nope.

I just want to enjoy the mental chaos of happy. The mental chaos of celebration.

Tomorrow maybe, later definitely, with the patience it takes to make thoughts gel into sentences I will return to my computer and tell a story.

But today, I am just tasting the sweetness that is today.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Escape

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Books, they just kill me. The way you read them and they just make all the phonies in the world just go away. I love how books do that.

So, since it’s been about 100 hundred years since I was in high school, and since I have some time to kick around and all, I started rereading all those old books sitting there on my shelf. It’s been crazy, me reading all these books and stuff, but the part that gets me is I have really enjoyed myself. It’s been fun just hanging out with the old books.

It just about knocks me out too how much I forgot about them. I mean I remembered I liked them and all, but I couldn’t tell you why. I’m sort of glad I’m doing this, reading them that is. I think it’s good to get away from shooting the bull once in a while and be by myself and read. It’s a great escape and I mean, who doesn’t need to escape now and then for God’s sake.

Some really good interpretations of Escape are just a click away. It just kills me how good they are. 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern

Seeing the light in the pattern

Bricks.

To most, they aren’t very interesting.

They’re just little 4″x8″x2″ blocks of clay used in construction. They’re everywhere.

I didn’t pay any attention to them.

That is, until one September day almost 21 years ago when for a half an hour I stood a foot from a wall and watched my 13 month old be completely mesmerized by bricks.

Yep. While the other kids were on the playground, we were studying a brick wall. It was as if the rest of the world had melted away, for he was engrossed in, and so completely disinterested in, anything but the pattern of the bricks before him.

I looked at my boy with the same intense curiosity he looked at the wall. And as his pudgy little toddler finger tracked along the mortar little did I know I was getting one of my first glimpses into the workings of an autistic brain.

He is keenly sensitive to pattern and I will forever associate pattern with him, and to bricks, and to the day the two of us first took notice of both.

For more Patterns check out Weekly Photo Challenge here

On Finding The Holy Grail of Role Models For My Son With Asperger’s

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Ask anyone who knew my son when he was little…

What brought more smiles to his face than practically anything else?

HA! That’s so easy…

POKEMON!

Here’s some of those smiles…

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and…

These are smiles from a boy who knew his share of adversity.

Who knew what it was like to struggle through a day of school.

A boy who more than once tried to run away from school.

A boy who, because he grew up in a label generous society was frequently told he had Asperger’s and Asperger’s meant to him that mom had to go to his school, a lot. Mom had a notebook dedicated just to paperwork and went to meetings, and there were all these people she had to know because of Asperger’s.

Ted knew Mom was often stressed because he had trouble controlling himself at school and she got calls, a lot, because of him, because of Asperger’s. When he got picked up at in the afternoon there would be long conversations about what he did, about why he hit the kid, who had been calling him names, or how he slept in class and how the teachers punished him and he was in trouble once again because of Asperger’s.

He knew that unlike anyone else in his school, because of Asperger’s, he had a paraprofessional, which to him meant he had an adult whose day was dedicated to being with him, doing for him what no other kid apparently needed help with because no other kid had an adult sitting just with them. Not only was this paraprofessional with him, but she also talked to other teachers about him, Special Education teachers which most of the other kids didn’t even know and she talked to mom, a lot. They talked about almost everything he did. Mom would ask questions about what he did, and why he did it.

He knew different schools and classes too because of Asperger’s. One of these classes, in one of the schools, removed him from the general school population. The unseen thing called Asperger’s put him in a class with kids who threw furniture and brought razor blades to school. This room even had a place called an isolation booth in it where kids had to go to “control yourself.” He knew too the police visited this classroom to take home some of his classmates when they couldn’t control themselves.

He knew at times because of Asperger’s he was ostracized. Kids instinctively know which kids are “different.” He was different because none of the other kids had Asperger’s.

In his young mind I imagine there was nothing positive about Asperger’s.

Sure he was smart, and told that when you have Asperger’s you can be super smart. But what does being ahead of your peers on silly things like academic achievement tests mean when you are seven? What does it get you? To Ted, being smart at school meant he made the teacher mad when he worked ahead in his text books. Or, instead of working ahead, if he slept through instruction, he got in trouble for that too. It didn’t matter that he aced the tests. He quickly learned the teachers wanted him to conform more than they wanted him to get A’s. And he knew because of Asperger’s he couldn’t conform. He knew, for him, the game was over a full decade before it really, officially could be.

And the kids, the kids he was told over and over again he should make friends with, who didn’t have Asperger’s, well, when he tried, when he started conversations about stuff he liked such as subatomic particles, well he soon found his fellow first graders laughed at him and called him names and thought he was totally weird because he made up weird stuff.

That was Asperger’s to Ted. He didn’t live in the adult world of outcomes, of potential, of the work towards and hope of a positive prognosis. No. He lived in the very clear, here and now world of childhood and that world told him over and over that having Asperger’s was nothing but negative.

Then, this past weekend, long after the end of Ted’s childhood, I learned something. Something that blew my mind. That made me stop in my tracks. Something that brought perfect order to my universe. To my son’s universe.

Satoshi Tajiri, the creator of Pokemon has Asperger’s.

The man who created Pokemon, the sanctuary, the safe place, my son’s favorite destination – that man has Asperger’s too.

Of course.

The world of Pokemon was Ted’s refuge. It’s where he went, and still goes, because he understands the characters and their actions make sense. He likes it because their intentions are predictable and he can anticipate them and thus participate. Since 1998 he has enjoyed this world, quite honestly more than he enjoys the rest of the world, and doesn’t it make overwhelming sense that he enjoys it because it was created by a mind very much like his own.

Ted admires Pokemon. He respects it. He doesn’t admire and respect many things. He says Pokemon is well designed, well crafted. He told me, in very technical terms why he loves Pokemon and as he did, he glowed. He knew all the aspects of its design. He knew the entire history, the dates of every release and he celebrated that he got to grow up with Pokemon. He was grateful that he was the perfect age of seven when in 1998, Pokemon Blue was first released in the United States, and that he had it, that he still has it. He told me he considers still owning that game as, “a point of pride.”

And although he knew most of Tajiri’s biography – he knew how he collected bugs as a kid and how that interest inspired Pokemon, but what Ted didn’t know, the real kicker of his biography is that Tajiri has Asperger’s. When I told Ted he said, “You just told me something I didn’t know. That could explain a lot.”

And I thought about Teddy, my little boy who loved the world of Pokemon and I wondered about, how while he was growing up, when there was nothing positive, nothing tangible, nothing identifiable about Asperger’s to his young mind, imagine the power six additional words added to the sentence he so often heard, imagine if he had heard,

“Teddy, you have Asperger’s just like the creator of Pokemon!

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Teddy taking apart electronics just like Satoshi Tajiri, the creator of Pokemon liked to do.