BUNNIES ARE MAD
THEY HOP SO SAD
BUNNIES PLAY HERE
GET THEM CHEER
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Story Once upon a time, there was good in the land. The Lord was here. He ruled the world. Mighty Satan was no more. Still the people were not perfect. The people were not bad, just not perfect. One day there was a boy who was not scared of anything. he thought Satan was gone for good. He decided to play a trick on his brother. He hid in the bushes. He thought he would jump when he saw him. Minutes passed. Where was his brother? Suddenly his brother came out of the house. He had his cell phone to his ear. He hit his head on the door as he went out. The boy in the bushes screamed! His brother was bleeding but he just kept talking on his phone. Since he was playing a trick he hit his head on the bush when he saw the blood. then he was bleeding too. He began to cry. His mom came out and saw her sons bleeding. "what on earth is happening?" said mom. The boy cried that brother was bleeding and he screamed when he saw him. The brother stopped talking on his phone. He asked what the matter was. he wanted to get back to his conversation. The mom said, "You are bleeding!' The brother said, "So what! I am on the phone." The mom said, "I need my boys to love each other the right way." "We do!" said the boys. "What were you doing in the bushes then?" said mom. "I was going to play a trick," said the boy. "Ok, but Satan is going to come back if you keep fighting." said mom. "I am not going to have anymore tricks around here." "Ok, I am going to be nice," said the boy. The boy made his brother lunch and they were friends after that. END! Journal MY TRIP TO MY GRANDMA'S WAS FUN. INTO THE BEACH WE WENT.L WE HAD A BLAST. WE PLAYED IN THE SAND. MY GRANDMA LIKED US THERE. WE MADE DINNER TOGETHER MY MOM IS LIKING MY READING THE SCRIPTURES WITH LENAE. Historical Fiction ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A MAN WHO LIVED IN A HOGAN. HE DECIDED TO LIVE IN A HOME. HE WANTED OT HAVE MORE TO EAT SO HE DECIDED TO PLAY A GAME OF BALL WITH WHITE FOLK AND WON. HE WAS HAPPY, BUT THE WHITES WERE NOT. THE WHITE MEN WON THE NEXT GAME AND WOULD NOT GIVE HIM FOOD. THE NEXT DAY THE MAN (WHO WAS A NAVAJO) LIKED A FRIENDLY COMPETITION. HE TOLD THE WHITE MEN TO PLAY WITH BEAR FAT AS A BALL. THEY AGREED. THEY ATE SOUP AND BEGAN TO PLAY BALL. IT WAS CRAZY FOR THE WHITE MAN. THE WHITE MAN WAS MAD. HE WANTED TO HAVE MORE TO DO THAN PLAY WITH BEAR FAT. HE MADE COOKIES TO EAT INSTEAD OF PLAYING WITH BEAR FAT ALL DAY. THE MAN LAUGHED- HOW COULD HE BE SO SILLY TO PLAY WITH HIS FAT AND NOT EAT THIS FOOD AND DO OTHER THINGS! WHITE MEN ARE CRAZY! THE END Journal
I MIGHT GO TO MY GRANDMA'S HOUSE. SHE IS DYING FROM CANCER. I LOVE HER. I NEED TO GO BECAUSE SHE IS NOT GOING TO LIVE LONGER. I HOPE SHE IS ABLE TO TALK TO ME ONE LAST TIME. (SO QUIETLY I WILL SNEAK THERE). I LOVE MY GRANDMA SO MUCH. SHE IS NOT ONLY WONDERFUL BUT VERY WISE. MY MOM IS NOT HAPPY TO LOSE HER MOM. MY TEACHER LOST HER MOM TO CANCER. SHE IS NOT UNHAPPY. I CAN BE HAPPY TOO. HER MOM DIED WHEN SHE WAS THIRTEEN. I THINK THIS IS SO SAD TO HEAR. I AM THIRTEEN IN LESS THAN A WEEK. SHE WAS LIKE MY AGE WHEN IT HAPPENED. I LOVE THAT SHE IS HAPPY RIGHT NOW IN LIFE. I NEED TO DO THE SAME. I THINK I WANT TO BE LIKE THAT. MY MOM IS HAPPY TOO. SHE IS JUST SAD HER MOM IS DYING. I THINK SHE HAS GOT LOTS OF FAITH. I THINK MY TEACHER IS THE SAME. IN THE END I WANT FAITH TOO. Similarities to Tito and "Typical's" I think I am similar to Tito. He had selective preference. He liked to run and move, but did not have full control. He had no problem looking close, but did struggle with looking far. Also we both struggle with eating all foods. The thing with autism is we have not total control of our bodies. We are wonderful at playing games- so watch out!- but we also struggles to really control our bodies. The thing that is helpful is to really be patient and push us. Then we can really be successful. The story of Autism and normal is history. It is hard to explain. The best I can do is autism is the extreme of normal. The child with autism is not going to have a hard time with going to new places if normal people treat us normal no matter what. I think it is the case because we are not stupid and feel people think it. This makes us anxious. Quickly believe in us. We need it. JOURNAL
S. (little brother) was loud all break. He played all day. He is my favorite. I missed spelling. It was fun to have a break but not fun to not communicate. Act 3 Scene 2 Mom: People need more to wear than one pair of clothes. The store is too far. Dad: help me find a green shirt. Solider: where do you wear shirts? Dad: On your chest Solider: Wearing a shirt is weird. Mom: I like my blouse. Laura: My mom is a seamstress. George: How in the world is that possible? Laura: She is good. I can tell her we need shirts. Mom: How is she going to know? Daughter: She can find a new calling. Son: The store will find more clothes for us. Laura: How are you going to pay? Solider: With a trade. Narrator: So they traded for clothes. Joke ideas:
I would put a hat in my good mom's bed. I would make chocolate cookies with raisins I would make salt cookies JOURNAL
This weekend I watched the women's meeting for Church. My mom and grandma watched it with me. It was peaceful. i really enjoyed it. It was fun to be a part of. Grandma was impressed with me. (https://www.lds.org/general-conference/sessions/2014/04?lang=eng) Understanding Autism Through Rapid Prompting Method Chapter 4 Cont. I think mostly behavior plans are mostly trash. They have no more help than little home interventions like going to bed on homemade carpet to cure autism. I think basic plans are fine. I get mad I can't have more understanding people. ABOUT HUGS I struggle with hugs because they are good but I can't breath. In the end keep giving hugs but don't expect one. THE THREE LITTLE PIGS- VERSION BY CINDI Once upon a time there was a little ledge. There still were three pigs on it. It had no glow different about it. The day the wolf came it still rained. The diligent pigs headed home from work. The pigs had nothing to cover themselves with so they prayed. God heard their prayers. They felt his love and were saved. |
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