Saturday, March 20, 2010

Long overdue


These letters are more to me then just symbols, these letters represent the largest part of me, these letters are the meaning of my struggle, these letters are the clay that has sculpted me, these letters are me.

I chose to have 'Strephosymbolia' tattooed not because its a direct reflection of my existence but because of what it truly means; "twisted symbols". My life for as long as I can remember has had twists and turns ups and downs role-overs and break downs, my mind has been a whirl of imagination, haunting and desire. Strephosymbolia is more then just the history of the word dyslexia, it is representation of my daily hurtles. I wear my learning difference and diagnosis as a badge of honor and a source of great seclusion. The location of this tattoo reflects those emotions perfectly. I am a curvy girl, my hips and thighs are reflections of both pride and remorse, I wanted a place that was vulnerable to me but represented me, and what could have been a better place!

I have been blessed with family and friends that support me for who I am and where I have come from but each day my learning experience, my social interactions, my ability to think is different then others because I am so conscious of how I absorb information.

I have made so many feats in my life despite opposition from others, I have kept going when I was told I couldn't do better then where I stood. I was the girl with wide eyes and big dreams but just couldn't get it, couldn't do the simple task of reading and writing out my knowledge. I was six years old when they learned that I was dyslexic and had a central auditory processing disorder, it took me until the 7th grade to learn how to read on my own.

My goal is to spread awareness about the importance of early intervention for all learning differences, my hope is that my story can help someone.

Spring 'Break'

Take home mid-terms should not be assigned over breaks its just not fair. Because for people like me who see all this time to complete it will take 15 minute sessions a day to think about all the progress they could be making, but instead will do anything but the thing I should be doing.

Which brings me to today, I was up until 7:30am working on my mid-term, woke up promptly at 12 and have been working on it ever since. Its due monday, it has to be done, so it will. Do or die time. Oh and I have a book to finish by monday also, a book that I have 30 pages read in. Good thing I did all my normal class readings two weeks early.

Ahh academia, you slay me.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

fly out

Do I want to date you or be you?

Monday, March 1, 2010

Truth be told



New hair dooooo. Dyed black (a bit ago) and now cut off even shorter. I just keep justifying my thug on the daily. I promise I am not that ghostly white, it is just the lamp on my desk.