The Watty Awards

The Watty Awards is probably one of the best ways to find new, most likely unpublished authors who have a great knack for writing. The awards took the greatest in each category and made them even more public. Check it out if you have a chance. Link: http://www.wattpad.com/watty

My Challenge

Some things never change in the world, or so many people believe. But everything changes daily, whether you change or someone else does. Living life is an opportunity we are given every day, in every way possible. People abuse this opportunity by taking it, or ridiculing it. I know from experience. I was ridiculed my whole life for being different. There are nights where I cry myself to sleep and dream of a world that was at least kind, not cruel like it can be. I attended Rachel’s Challenge, which was a challenge to help change the world as we know it.

                Rachel said that Ethics play a big role in the world, and they do. Her Ethic was compassion.  Mine is also that, but not only that, but love, respect, caring, empathy, and growth. I know some of those may seem a little strange, but it is true. Our world is built on a system of kill or be killed, or in another sense, beat them to it. Some people in our world are mean and cruel because they judge others, and so the others are quick to judge them. But prejudice and other forms of judging are just plain wrong. We are at heart a benevolent race, but we are also a race who tries to outdo each other and judge those who do not fit the mold. I don’t fit that mold very well, but I am still part of it. I judge others, even when I do not want to. That is about to stop. I accept Rachel’s Challenge.

                Whenever I dream of that perfect world, people are kinder, and they work together for everything they do. This is a world I want to make. I have learned to value a person for whom they are, and everyone has that ability. I value life too, but not everyone does. People make fun of others just because they do not like themselves, and sometimes that leads to a loss of life. Others make harsh decisions, and kill someone, usually themselves. I wish that kindness ruled the world, and that it pushed back all that was evil.  The Challenge was set, and the dice were cast. I want a world of Kindness, even if it cannot be true. I accept Rachel’s challenge, to start a chain reaction to help promote kindness. And I propose my own challenge, if you want to help change, change yourself first, and then help others follow. That is my chain reaction, what is yours?

Elementary My Dear Watson! Or My first day of First Grade

If the title sounds strange to you, it's because it's a quote from Sherlock Holmes. But that's just a title, this is really my life in Elementary School from when I started. Please Enjoy.

When I first got out of Kindergarten, I had friends. We would laugh and play and be kind to each other. But when I started the First Grade, that all kinda changed. I had some bad habits (i.e. nose picking, nail biting, etc.) and kids didn't like that. They in fact hated me for those reasons. I know that hate is a strong word, but it was true. Nobody cared about me enought to even try to get to know me. I was different, and they knew it.

On my first day there, everyone was playing while waiting for school to start. Of course all my friends from Kindergarten weren't even there, they were in a different class. This made me feel... insecure. I knew no one, and they didn't know me. Soon the bell rang and we sat down.

We all introduced ourselves by the command of the teacher. I can no longer remember her name, but she was so kind to me. After introductions, we began a lesson. It pains me that I can't remember all of the stuff we did, but it makes me feel warm inside that I at least remember it at all. Soon the bell rang and we went out to recess. That's where the teasing began.

In class one of the kids had seen me pick my nose. He came up to me and started to tell me all sorts of cruel things. He called me a freak because I still picked my nose. I felt like crying. He didn't have to be so mean. He actually kicked rocks at me and laughed afterwards. I did cry after that. A lot of my School Days were spent crying, mostly from kids teasing me. I began to believe that I was just a freak. It continued for the rest of the day until I went home. I may have survived that day, but I wasn't whole anymore. I didn't even want to mention it to my mom. I just kept it secret. It didn' help.

Welcome!

My name is Gabriel, I'm a new Adult with Asperger's Syndrome, or what I call an Aspie. This Blog is going to chronicle my short life as it continues to grow, starting from childhood and ending whenever it does. Please enjoy.