These pictures both sort of fit with how I’ve felt all week…out of focus, fuzzy, unclear.
WINE
*no wine was abused in the taking of this photo
FOCUS
*Or total lack thereof
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But really, wouldn’t you make allowances for this face?
I met with Riley’s teacher last week. A pre-IEP/pre-parent-teacher-conference meeting. A “she’s beating the crap out of her sister, how is she behaving in school” type of meeting.
Her behavior scale is different than the other students – she has been granted more leeway.
But she hides under the desk. She doesn’t talk. The class has had their seats moved several times already this year – Riley has remained stationary. She plays alone. She shuts down if things don’t go perfectly. She has one friend.
One friend is better than none.
The other kids try, from what I’m told. Riley just isn’t sociable.
One of the biggest problems at the moment is that it’s mid-terms. The teacher is required to test every student the same. Riley does not respond to the testing the way it is. Without an IEP there isn’t a thing the teacher can do to accommodate her needs. We can’t get an IEP until the testing is done. Rock. Hardplace. Us. Suckville.
We are learning from our (vast) mistakes. But not fast enough to spare some pain.
The teacher is worried sick about what will happen during a fire/tornado drill.
I’m worried sick about how this all is affecting her. Affecting us. Our meeting with special services will not be until November. Our hands are tied until then.
I thought we were done with the “hurry up and wait”.
It will never end.
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*Apologizing for negative nature of post. Feeling negative/stressed. It’s carrying over.*
All taken w/ Canon Rebel XTi.
For week 9/19-9/25/10
Unfortunately somewhere along the line I lost two days of pictures – and my photos for this week were not up to much quality at all. So due to my double disappointment, my selections are few this week.
Not my best Moon shot
I couldn’t get my settings right, so this isn’t my best, moon shot…
But the Full Moon begged to be photographed
Clinging
Needed Drops of Life
Neglected
Forgotten
That’s all for this week. Head on over to Lotus‘ digs to see more!!
In the learning to love myself area, I thought this would be a great weekly meme to participate in. It’s called The Flip Side and it’s all about self portraits. Since I’m not a fan of the way I photograph, this will be very difficult for me. Hopefully doing it weekly will help me get over my own issues 🙂 So welcome to the Flip Side of Me…
The Eyes Have It
My first. I like it the most, because my eyes are one feature I like….
Plus I think that it’s neat that if you look close enough at the large photo you can see my camera’s reflection in my eye
Just a peek..
Taken at night, shows just a little more. Was just goofing off with the camera
Tripod Test
Um, just what it says.
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To this day if you ask my dad he’ll tell you that at the ripe young age of 3 years old I was reading the reader’s digest cover to cover. That’s not entirely true – there were still a few words I didn’t understand, but I did love to read. I would pick it up and look through it. I would read my picture books but I was hungry for more.
My brother, on the other hand, was not. He didn’t care to read, still doesn’t. Even now he will most likely only read a book if it’s on tape.
When I was still 3 years old I remember sneaking into my brother’s room. On his sparse book shelf, on the very bottom shelf sat a blue box with 9 blue books inside. I grabbed one and saw the picture of a little girl on the cover.
Then I started reading.
For weeks I would sneak into his room and read pages of this fascinating book until finally I got the courage to say “He won’t read this. It’s for GIRLS,” and took that box of books right out of his room.
Until I graduated high school I read those 9 books over and over again (It was 18 times from the time I stole them until the day I graduated).
Laura Ingalls story fascinated me. All of it.
The way they lived. Traveled. What they ate. What they sang. What they WORE. Oh, what they wore kept me even more enthralled (still does, but that’s another post).
I wanted to live it, breathe it, learn it.
The first thing I really wrote was a play based on Plum Creek, which I performed with my best friend and several other friends in 6th grade. I wrote papers about Laura in high school. I read biographies.
I branched out. I learned more about the late 1800’s. Read up on the Old West. The people, the way of speech, the way of life.
Rich folk, poor folk, everyone in between. I couldn’t get enough.
I watched Dr. Quinn with rapt attention, noting historical inconsistencies, but enjoying the setting anyway. Long after that was gone Deadwood came along. Once it was out on DVD and we had netflix, I watched every episode of that as well.
Once I started to write, I tried to write other genres, time periods, but every time it fell flat. When they say to write what you know, they mean it.
I’m certain I’m not the only one inspired, or enthralled by, Laura’s books. Even now if I’m feeling uninspired or just need a “comfort book” (the way some people need comfort food), these are the first things I grab. I love to be By the Shores of Silver Lake, or see The Happy Golden Years again. My first box of these books are very dogeared and worn down – so they reside in a place untouched by human hands now and I’ve got a new set to read to my girls…but I will never toss the old ones out. They are my first real books – ones I will always hold dear to my heart.