http://www.jackaltham.cabanova.co.uk/

http://www.jackaltham.cabanova.co.uk/
That is my website. I try and get out and upload pictures when I can, but in my current situation I am finding it hard to do anything sponateous.
I haven't blogged for a while, so here is one to keep you going!
This week was my first one at a new school. As any autistic will tell you. Starting a new school is hard, very hard. Especially when you only know two people out of the 1500 (Three times the size of my last, I think!) I was assigned two peers to look after me. After about a day of one of them asking me every lesson if I knew where to go, I politely told her that I prefered to be alone. My first day was not improved by my second. As my "options" are different to theirs I have 6 free periods. 4 on a tuesday morning, and 2 last thing on a friday. I spend them in the library. I spent much of the week on auto-pilot if I'm honest! But on thursday I was able to prove that I wazs more than just a geek who didn't like other people.
Thursday's lessons included PE. As the school had a fairly well stocked gym I was able to show my colours. We where challenged with finding out how much our bodies could do. Ther wher a couple of chavs who where in front of us in the rotation around the gym. The challenged each other to do different weights and failed on some. I waded in one time and did a heavier weight than either of them could and told them to hurry up! In my head a small victory!
Even with the disruption this week I have managed to sort a routine. I get up, wash and watch the news. Then I go to school. As the school finishes early I am able to be home by 1530 every night. I have therefore been able to do a 10 mile bike ride before dinner. A hard task for me to complete but I need to get a little fresh air!
That is all my comrades.
I may blog tomorrow, but I may also not!
Stay strong Libya!

My First Day (Again)

Yesterday was my first day at Bideford College. It was not the most enjoyable day by any means. When I first turned up I had not a clue as to where I was going, as I had not been issued with a timetable. So I went to the office, where I got issued with a timetable and told to sit and wait until there was someone to take me to my first lesson. As I sat I saw the types of people who attend the school. There where about three types: The "Goths", The "Chavs" and The "Surfers." (These opinions where backed up throughout the day) I find myself not to be a part of any of these groups.
I spent most of my day alone, whilst in lessons I sat alone, during lunch and break I sat in the library. Where else was I to go? I found that I was not spoken to by any pupils other than when instructed to do so by a teacher. Today I have four free periods in the morning. As ther are six periods overall in the day, I hardly feel like turning up.
As an unexpected "surprise" my father turned up after school yesterday. As I got off the bus, I had called him and told him that if he wanted to come and visit he needed to give me notice so as I could organise for me to stay at my aunts, as I belive that he has caused the stress which I am under.
With this I leave you. I would like to talk about the situation in Libya, but I really can't type any more...
Goodbye for now comrades

A New Chapter Bekons...

On Monday I start at Bideford College... Something I have not been looking forward to. As it gets ever closer I have begun to realise how unprepared I am. I cannot remember how to get to my form room in the maze of a school split into blocks A-H and on three levels. Nor do I know how to get into the school, so far I have only got into the school through the usually locked visitors entrance.
Lunch also shall provide a problem for me. As I do not know anyone I shall probably spend my lunch and break times in the library, reading and revising.
I am also worried as to how I am going to be accepted, it took almost a year at Belvoir before I was fully integrated, but I only have a term with these people before we go off to study leave then sixth form...If I do not get integrated before study leave I do not think that I have any chance in sixth form...
A word must also be spoken for those in Libya, for both the British citizens stuck out there, but for the poor people whom have had to struggle under Gaddafi. How any ruler can expect to stay in control of his country after bombing his citizens and using mercenaries against unarmed people, I do not know. I urge the UN and NATO to do all they can to ensure the fall of Gadaffi and the return to peace in the country. I also praise the brave pilots who crashed their own aircraft so they did not have to kill their fellow Libyans.
With this I leave you my fellow comrades... Good luck in your endeavours until we speak next!

A New Horizon Approaches...

I am not usually scared of anything. I will do almost anything which involves a risk, just to see the outcome to enable me to store the data I collect can be used again. For example if I jump out of a tree so high, will I injure myself, and if I do, I can use this data the next time I am forced to jump from such a height. There are, as there always is, a few exceptions to this rule. They revolve around the damned "Wiring" in my head being tangled and not in th right places (A textbook description of any ASD) The wiring in my particular head gets particularly tangled when it  comes to social interactions. For 3 secondary schools (Years 7-10) I was unable to fit into a school environment. I was violent and aggressive towards other pupils, my family and very nearly a teacher. Bearing in mind that at the time I was one of the most scrawny lads you could have imagined, I was bullied to very close to my limit.
Then I stumbled across a gem of a school, a school where, after a short duration, I was accepted. To this very day I do not know how. This gem was my school for nearly 3 years (The longest I had ever been to a single secondary school) The school offered everything I could ever need, great staff who went out of their way to help students and also great pupils, of whom seemed to be my first ever friends since year 4. I even started playing Rugby whilst there, and played for the school.
But then a ripple started to spread. I do not know of the origins and neither do I know when the repercussions will end, but I was forced to leave my home. I was forced to leave the only place I felt safe and welcomed, for an unknown reason. To make it worse I was being moved so far away from the area that attending the school full-time was/is not possible. So I am being forced to attend a local school. The day after my last post (When I was accepted as a "guest" pupil) I went in for a "taster" (A tour and tutor time with the pupils.)
This was a nightmare, as it would be for anyother ASD child. I was thrust way out of my comfort zone, to meet new people, with whom I had no connnection with whatsoever, for I did not know any of the pupils previously, or through mutual friends. This time is stressful enough for neurotypicals, but for me it made me want to run away. To get the quickest bus back to my Grandparents, from where I could grab my already set aside "grab - bag" containing everything I could ever need to sustain myself indefinately. I managed to last until the end of the form time which I had been told to attend, and then I returned to my Grandparents.
Oh dear reader, it seems that I am unable to express my feelings in any other way than of through this blog... I apologise and I would not blame you if you did not return! I will write soon, probably, so until then comrades...

A new dawn...

Today marked the next stage in the movement to Devon. I went into the local school today, Bideford College, for a meeting with the head of key stage 4. The meeting went well, and after a short tour of the school I was sat down with my Grandfather and we filled in the necessary forms so as I am now a student at the school. It does mean, however, that I will have to return to Leicestershire to do a majority of my exams. This means both happy and sad news for my comrades in the county as I will be returning for a short period of time, but I will then spend the rest of my education in Devon.
I hope this is well recieved...

Another good day!

Today was good. I was kept fully occupied by a day at my cousins. To start with I beat them both at monopoly whilst sat on a silly balance ball thing... Is there anything I can't do?!? (Maybe sarcasm...!) and went on to lose them on a game called COD?  But hey, we enjoyed it and that is what is needed! After this I was introduced to a silly program called; "Take Me Out" which was an awful mix of men making a pratt of themselves andwomen forgetting to wear much more than a slip of clothing!
I feel that as things go in the world, the current situation in Egypt is extremely uplifting as after just 18 days they have changed the course of their history, with very little violence or damage to property. An amazing feat in a country of 79,089,650 to have as little as 200 deaths in what was a revolution! An amazing feat! I also wish to congratulate the England team after another successful game today... 59-13 to England! Score indeed!
I shall leave you with that my online comrades...
And three cheers to those lucky revolutionaries and Rugby player!

A Better Day

Today was one of the better days in the past few weeks. I took a few photos today, which made me feel a little happier than I was feeling after my run!

After I went into town with G'dad and had a look in Jessops and in the other camera shops which made me feel even better!

In all, my online fellows, a good day. However I cannot avoid the fact that I am not to live at "Home" any more. But the days are getting better, and the down days are spreading themselves out... As they say "Things can only get better!"