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@toofat I planned my life to a tee, but it didn’t work out like the plan I had.
18-24 get college degrees, BA in biology, Environmental studies MA in Environmental studies
25 get job
26 get married
28 have first kid
30 have second kid
32 have a kid
34 my last kid
35-40 Take a class in something, or explore a different field
50+ retire/volunteer
The real world
18 got into my second choice. Majored in music
19 Dropped Music English
20 Biology
21 (dropped biology and took a semester off) got internship
22 Changed majors to English
23 Dropped English (sadly) Majored in Liberal studies ( my advisors stated that I fitted this major) graduated with BA in Liberal studies. Didn’t get into grade school. So there goes my major plans. Looking for a job and thinking about going back to get an MA in Liberal studies main focus in Environmental studies, English, and music.
24-Will be at the end of March.
REPORT ABUSEShutterbug55 My friend is trying to help with complements. She will wait until I say yes, which takes away. I normally say I know, right? Sometimes I can’t tell it was complement. As for running into the bathroom, I have done that. One of my friends was impressed with my knitting skills, and that I could carry on a conversation. (Blame that on ADD) I stop and picked out a mistake to make me feel better. She just looked at me and told me she couldn’t see one.
Here are my tips:
1) Say thank you and think of something else.
2) Take a sec to process what just happen.
3) I look for the exit and think that is where I will probably go.
4) ignore the impulse to do just that (number 3)
5) Say to yourself it is just a moment and then it will be gone.
REPORT ABUSEI told this one person, okay it was more then one person this (I get into a lot of trouble using this one, because I am very emotional): You’re right it just doesn’t exist. Like every mental disorders, there is no such thing. Why then are their people with degrees, doctors, saying these things exists? So then, I must be crazy. Are you normal? Did you know normal is just a number? Like you.
I told many people this one: We are going to agree to disagree. I am living with it, and you are not.
Sometimes I show them a few books to read. In the end, even sometimes I don’t believe I have ADD. Until I do something or someone says something.
REPORT ABUSEYes, I can relate.
So may old college had this week of activities. I enjoyed judging and stating rules. I didn’t want to play. Somehow, I got roped into it. My guy friend was the caption and in tears stating they needed one more person. He would only use my name, but it did not go like that. The first day I did the event, because I loved what we were doing. The next two days I didn’t want to do any of them. The team let me know that they were not happy. They did not realize finals were in two weeks and I am moody, because things just pile up, and it was my second to last semester. Most events happen when I go to bed. The events made me so on edge that I had a few melt downs and I had to leave one event, because it was too competitive.
I spent most of the week crying, dodging people, this person on the other team knew me well enough to know that I was heading to my “I need to get out of here or I will crazy.” She ended up taking me off campus, which she also knew bothered me. She took a look at my agenda and wrote her name for an hour.
One of my teammate got angry, because I sitting down drinking a decaf tea talking to another team’s person. He let me have it right there and then. I almost hit him, I mean my hand was just inches from his face, and that is when I decided it was time to get out of here and go somewhere else. He ended up taking me back to campus. He thought they were trying to get me on their time, and of course he was not the caption and had no idea of our agreement.
When I got back on campus I waited until he was busy and snuck out. I went to one of my secret places, the wooded trails. I ran deep enough to where no one could see me. I looked at my cell and check the time. Ended up crying in the woods for an hour. In that time I had thirty angry text, asking if I joined some other team. Put my phone in my purse and balled myself to sleep in the woods.
When I came back on campus, I made sure to go to the place, where not a lot of people ate. It was one my favorite places anyway, close to the LGBTQ research office, Women center, and Diversity center. After I grabbed my food I visited all three centers. Everyone knew me and knew how emotional I could get. In fact each of them were visited by my lovely teammates. They missed an event because they where looking for me. That made me feel upset. I didn’t want to play and I didn’t make them miss it. The people at the center had a different reaction when they heard I was missing. They also knew I had a hard time when people were, like that. Then I told them I went to the wooded trails the school owns. They all freaked out, because I went by myself. That is what I wanted anyway.
I went back to food place, and forgot that their was an activity. My team was happy I was there. They were telling me to tell them when another team was coming, because I could hear things far away. That was the problem, sometimes I miss out how far they were. We had stupid nerve guns and I did not want to shoot any one. Somehow, I was the third person standing. An idea came to me, what if I shoot myself with the nerve gun. I committed nerve gun suicide. The team had more guys then girls and the guys were too involved for my liking. They started cursing at me, yelling at, and telling me how disappointed they were with me. They even stated I was the best member because of my energy level. First there was the lump in my throat that told me tears were coming, and they did. Second, was my temper was raising so much, that I could not breath. Totally didn’t realize that I was starting to having a panic attack. I swear I felt everyones angsts, anger, and what ever emotion they were having.
A person from the women center and the diversity center told everyone to stop what they were doing. There had been a fight that broke out too. When they came over and saw me. They thought I was being bullied by my group. “They were suppose to use my name,” I cried. “I did this so they could play. I knew this is what happens. I get tired of the emotions everyone has, I just can’t handle it. I can’t handle it. I wish this week would end. I was suppose to not do any activities. Last year, was more fun. I got to leave when it got too much for me to handle.”
Sunday I ended playing and it was fun. I was last person on my team and we were playing dodge ball. I freaked out when I hit someone, but they assured me they were okay. Oh, and the college told everyone that if anything happened like that on friday night that team, or member (if it was only one or two) will be gone. That made me feel a lot better, because everyone settled down.
The last was mud tog a war. I jumped into the mud, because I was standing up, and everyone had let go. We placed 13 place not bad out of 32 places.
That was the recent sensitive to other people’s emotions. Although I still feel the emotions as I write this. Before that incident there was a hate crime on campus. I totally, hid myself from people, but did do the rally. At the end people stated what I said had meaning and hey why should we let hate take over.
REPORT ABUSEHere is my advise, it worked for me. (I tried to keep it in order, but I don’t know much from K-3)
1) Get a notebook for each class (for grades 4th through college). Take notes to make sure you are not day dreaming. My teachers would ask me, sometimes were they left off.
2) I know this sounds strange, but also worked. I put my books, assignment notepad/planner (on my right side), put homework and the notebook should be open, in the center, with homework on top, unless you are reading of course. Seeing my books helped remind me what class I was in, but only for that class,
3) At the end of class cheek with the teacher to make sure you wrote the assignment down correctly. I wrote the wrong assignment down many times.
4) My folder had different places for my homework and other things. My left side was meant for old papers, right side had homework on top and past homework that may be used for tests.
5) I would talk to your teacher and explain that you are having trouble focusing in class. Are you sitting in front of the class? For me sitting was important. I tend to talk in the back or gaze out the window. The teacher has full view of you so he or she will nip that in the butt. Get your parents involved too. You might have to be put on meds too.
Good Luck!
REPORT ABUSEMy brother told me that Josh, who was in Worst Cooks in America has ADHD. His challenger also stated she has ADD. I wondering cooking is a good job to have if you are an ADDer? I am not sure this comment fits.
I think something outdoors or working in a museum would be a good fit.
REPORT ABUSECarrie I should say for right now I am feeling all better. Good things just started happening.
REPORT ABUSEIt was weird, when the bullies stopped bullying me. The first day in high school, was strange, no one bullied me. I remembering thinking it was test to see if I what I would do. My best friend ended our friendship a few months later, after she meant some kids that bullied me in grade school.
Joined many clubs, and was shocked when three people asked me to hang out with them. I had no idea what to do. So I nodded, got their cell phone, called it, and it was really their phone number. Soon I had three different groups and two of the groups didn’t get along with each other.
A teacher even pulled me a side, and said, “You are a nice girl, but you shouldn’t be their friends. They don’t suit you.”
I looked at the teacher and told her, “They are my friends. My friends, my friends, I don’t have many of them. Sure they beat up kids and I don’t approve of that, but I am not getting beat up, and no one has screamed at me, called me fag it, Lauren germs, and I am not going back there. Did I do anything wrong?”
A few days later, I am sent down to the social worker and joined a group. Many of whom, were in the groups that didn’t get along. I was moved from there to friendship building. Mostly, just wanting to run and hide again, but no one really knew that. Then suicide attempts happened. The social worker worked more on friendship.
Lunch time was strange. I hopped from table to table. There was about four tables a lunch period, not to mention my time spent in a classroom meant for my “problem friends,” as so teachers called them. I had a table actually nick named the “misfits table.” There was no bullying there and anyone could join us.
A peer came by the “misfits table,” and stated, “I somehow made it work and that I was popular.”
Unable to hold it in any more, I ran to the library and hid there. That commit scared me, because my view of popular were the kids that made fun of me. Memories came hunting back and I read the two poets that helped me through the bullying of my past: Walt Whitman and Emily Dickson.
One time to two groups told me not to talk them anymore. I listened and one girl who was in one of the groups was told the same thing. I handle well, thinking that I did this somehow and that I deserved this. The other girl was so angry, hurt, upset that she dragged me to the consoling center and demanded to talk to a social worker right away. I just wanted to get the heck out of there, talking about these things only made matters worse. We saw a social worker right away. I was just glad it wasn’t the social worker I saw normally, because we would talk about this, and I didn’t talked about it. I was in a strange good place. It ended up the usual, we should not be hanging out with them, and the stuff that made me feel like reading my two poets that made me feel better.
I was never bullied the way I was from 4th to 8th grade. I don’t hang out with any of my high school friends. Although they call me to bail them out of jail, so me their debt, and call me when they need something.
I made friends I think for life, but I am not sure. One of my friends states that bullying kids is what kids do. She never was bullied herself, or has no idea what she did was wrong. So, I go back and read my favorite poets, something my sixth grade teacher told me to do. Six grade was when the teacher finally decided to help with bullying. My teacher let me do milk, even though she wanted the other kids to do milk. Milk, was when you carried the bins from the two lunch periods at school. Both six grade teachers were awesome and they were hands on too.
REPORT ABUSECarrie all better now. It was frustrating.
REPORT ABUSEWhat was it like when I was growing up? Part of me was waiting for me or my peers to grow-up. Fourth grade I lost most of my friends and became an outcast over night. Fourth through eighth grade, I became a loner.
In high school, I did so many clubs, that I had one everyday. Made the honor roll, like three times. My senior year I was student of the month. It was hard to seeing my picture and the breakfast. I did not want to be talked about and many teachers, even the dean thought I should have been student of the month by then. I liked English, History, and band. Band was my escape, other then the clubs. I was at least president for three years in a row. Many, times I wanted to run away. Too much pressure on me, and I had to go to a few extra meeting for presidents of clubs. One teacher was surprised at my time management. Then one day I lost my assignment note pad and I totally was freaking out.
Most of the time I felt like I somehow, was older then I was and found myself waiting for my age to catch up; other times I felt like I was behind. I am still feel this way, and that sounds really sad.
REPORT ABUSEAerin thank you and enjoy the ice cream.
REPORT ABUSEI do that too. Drives my mom nuts and she is always telling me, “Drink, slow down you’re eating too fast.” I tend to eat faster then most of my friends.
Although, one time I zoned out and they pointed it to me. One of them thought that I was sick. People would dare me to eat a pint size ice cream of Ben and Jerry’s in a half an hour. It was good. I like the browny and the phish one. The phish one has little fish shape chocolate. So yeah.
REPORT ABUSEFebruary 18, 2011 at 1:48 pm in reply to: Audio Books anyone? I thought this was an obvious vehicle! #100072I am not a big fan of audiobooks. If I really get into the book, I could finish it in about three days. However, I have been known to set two books side by side and read two pages of book 1, two pages of book 2.
REPORT ABUSE@itsallgood25 I do that too.
REPORT ABUSE@meridee It will get better. Hugs
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