Facing My Senior Year and Collage as a Student with Learning Disability

As some of you may know I was diagnosed with learning disabilities in February of this year. It hasn't been an easy road. I am now Seventeen, Eighteen in a little over six months and still can't drive on my own yet. It's embarrassing honestly. Most who get to know me and find out that I have ADHD (Inattentive type) and Processing Disorder and Mathematical Impairment and Reading Impairment wonder how I live my life every day. Its not a coincidence that I am still here. However, I don't let these disabilities hold me back, while I do live differently, I LIVE.

Earlier this week I took my first college tour. Now this wasn't a huge collage, its not really a flashy one either. They accept open enrollment however, giving me hope that eventually, I can get into collage even with my low ACT score that is six months of the dedicated invested time of studding. My Junior year I spent four months without being able to see my friends at lunch because I was studding during my lunch period every day.

I recently found through understood.org that there are a unlot of scholarships available to students who struggle with ADHD, ADD and  Specific Learning Disability. (also known as LD's). The website is full of resources to the Learning Disabled and to parents.

Personally, I encourage everyone with Learning Challenges to share their story. You never know how much your story can help someone else. You have the power to inspire, uplift and rise from this. I believe hope is found in the Atonement of Jesus Christ. Religion may not be your thing, that's ok. However, most who struggle with a learning disability also struggle to find themselves, self-esteem and hope. Do what makes you feel free. Hang around people who see you before the disability and then don't dis your ability to fly.

Zootopia Movie Review

We had an early out day yesterday so I got together with my friends to see Zootopia which was quite good.

The movie starts out with a seen of the strong picking on the week. The predators on the pray. Then it explains that zootopia lives in peace.

The main Character is a Bunny who wants to be a police officer in the city Zootopia. She has to work really hard at her dream to be an officer. She learns how to do things her way instead of everyone else's way which made me think about my learning disabilities. She wanted to be a police officer to make the world a better place. In her journey to become a police officer she is given a hard time because she is a bunny.

She meets a Fox while she is on parking duty who she became friends with and who helps her to solve the case of the missing animals. She was given impossible odds to solve the case or she would be asked to resign. Her back story was a story of rejection and opposition. Everything told her she couldn't be an officer. The Fox's story, he wanted to be in a peace club but he was rejected because he was a fox. They told him he couldn't be trusted. The bunny didn't know if she could trust him either for a while.

She finds that the Predator Animals are going savage (or crazy) and they thought it had to do with genetics. All of the predators where seen as bad for a while. In reality the sheep secretary at the Police office was targeting the predators to keep the power on the pray. She was part of an operation that shot the predators with a poison that made them go savage. She later realized that she had made a huge mistake and any of the animals could go savage.

In the end Officer Hops and the Fox end up as police partners and friends. They were able to defy the odds before them and become something amazing together.

Officail Trailer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWM0ct-OLsM

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Homework Thief (crazy adopted siblings)

Ever had someone steal your homework? Why would anyone steal homework anyway? It's a piece of paper! Yeah, so it has some value if you are a cheater. But seriously? Life is life and it could have been worse. For example, it could have been a chase that got to my backpack and doped it in the river. Then I would have to replace a tablet, math book, calculator, and redo three months' worth of work.

Chase won't leave me alone and I am trying to concentrate on this post thinking of Chase. He just came into the office and complained about having to go to the school meeting with me tonight. Then he tried to pull the chair away from me as I sat down and he is insisting on reading a stupid book out loud just for the annoyance factor... HE WON'T SHUT HIS MOUTH! 

None the less life could be worse. 

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Fear and Learning Disabilities

I've been thinking about those days that I have when fear is locking eyes with me paralyzing my soul with its effects. Sometimes I ask myself why I get up out of the mud puddle I have fallen into if I know I will fall into it again. I wonder if trying again is relay worth it. School for me has taken so much more effort and time than everyone else my grade. I know I have potential and I have big ambitions, but can I relay get there in the end? Everyday I fight a battle with words, letters, numbers, symbols, spelling, reading and everything lingual. Despite this I have amazing creativity and love writing down new ideas. So is trying so hard in the face of failure worth it? Absolutely! I wouldn't trade my challenges for anything because of the life lessons I have learned through them. If you aren't failing you aren't learning! It's a natural part of life!

Every hero has a weakness in a sea of strengths. Every person has a weakness and no one is perfect. Most days I am embarrassed by failure and how different our family is. The hardest thing about living with adopted siblings is that most people just don't understand. It's hard to conceal the facts about life when it's you'r everyday. I still wouldn't reverse time and not have brothers even if I could. It's been a long test of patients. I've learned that sometimes you just have to accept the fact that you're different and that's what makes you who you are.

There are so many people out there that need to hear my story because it's the  real everyday life that no one sees in adoption. I encourage you to help share my story.

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Life with adopted siblings from a Teenager's view

I am fifteen years old and this is my story. Life as a teen can be challenging but it can also be very rewarding as you step out of your shell and take off on your road of life. If you never try to move forward you will never know where you could have gone to.

My story began as an only child until I was eight years old. My family had begun the adoption process five years previously before we finally went to Ukraine to adopt my brothers Landon and Chase. Landon is two years younger than me and in seventh grade. Chase is nine and in third grade. The two of them can be quite the handful in our family of five.

They both have R.A.D.(Reactive Attachment Disorder), A.D.H.D. ( Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder), and P.T.S.D.(Post Traumatic Stress Disorder ) Landon also has mild Serial Palsy in his left leg. He can walk but he slides his foot around and totally destroyed a pair of shews in less than six weeks.

It's hard to find people who understand the things I see day to day. Landon and Chase have forever changed the way of life for us. Days range from semi calm to down right war zones. I don't relay honestly know what "normal" is anymore. Normal to me is who did what and why when something is missing or unorganized (which can happen multiple times a day). I have to put my spending and savings in a safe that locks to keep the little fast finger impulses from taking my money and snacks. Their is alarms on almost all the doors in the house also intended to keep them in or out of a room. The alarms drive me insane especially when they are confined to their bedroom for a while during a rage. Now I am not talking about a fit of a two year old, but an all out rage of overpowering anger that often results in screaming at the top of the lungs, slamming doors incessantly that are alarmed just for the annoyance factor, biting, kicking, destroying walls or anything in sight, verbal threats and the list goes on. This is my normal.