Archive | June 2013

Campus Life – Job Corps


The first day can only be described with one word: long. I woke up early, said goodbye to my three little sisters, and went off with my parents. As soon as I arrived, I was escorted all over the place with a few of the other new students. My parents, however, were not permitted to go any farther than the gate with me. My mom cried and my dad had a sad look on his face. I didn’t want to cry in public, so I made the goodbye a quick one. I’ll see them in a few months, and I’ll be talking to them regularly. Back to the campus. Go here for student ID’s. Go there for a urine and blood specimen to be taken. Go here to get your uniform. Go there to go over the campus rules. The food is okay. I almost fainted when they drew my blood, but lay down for a few minutes, and I was fine. After a day that seemed to take forever, I finally got to my room and unpacked all of my things. I share a room with three other girls. They seem nice. More on them later. I’ve got a headache from all of the running around and plethora of new information, surroundings, and people. It’ll all be an adjustment. I’m excited, but tired. One roommate wanted to talk while I was trying to write this. I kept trying to politely end the conversation, but she kept asking questions. I wouldn’t have minded, but I’m tired.


Another long, but less tiring, day. I finished the physical, and had lunch with the group of new students that came in with me yesterday and the senior staff on center. During this lunch, we were required to get to know a member of the staff. The staff would stand up and introduce the student to the rest of the room. And the student, in turn, would introduce the staff. Taking a speech class in High School has proven to be useful. I did well in covering what I had learned about the staff member, and made everyone laugh in the process. Public speaking is still not one of my favorite things to do, but I find that it bothers me a lot less than it used to. After the lunch and another presentation on campus rules and safety, we went to a campus meeting called “Town Hall” to listen to the director talk about the past week and the next week’s events and such. After dinner, I went on a tour off campus to Downtown San Jose. We didn’t really see much, unfortunately. The day ends with sitting in bed and writing this before an episode of anime and bedtime.


The morning started up with TABE (Testing of Adult Basic Education) testing to evaluate my reading and math skills for the work place. Going in, I expected to have a more difficult time with the tests. But they were fairly easy. I more than passed both tests. A score of 543 is required to pass the math portion, and I got a score of 628. A score of 544 is required to pass the reading portion of the test, and I got a score of 628. In all honesty, and without a hint of conceit, it’s not all that surprising. I’ve always tested well. And for those that didn’t pass, there are classes they will be taking to brush up on their math and reading. More safety and education presentations, then the new students went to play miniature golf. It was fun. I’m terrible at it, but so are a lot of people. I’ve met all sorts of people in the last three days, and they seem to like me. They’re learning that I’m a bit different and quirky, but I guess they appreciate that in a way. And so ends another long day.


We went to the Health and Wellness Center to get our needed shots and the results of our blood and urine tests. I had to get two shots. I hated it. I felt like such a little kid, almost crying because someone poked a tiny needle into my arm. Although, I will admit that my arm still hurts a little. Ouch. One of the nurses even gave me a hug because I looked so miserable and sad. The positive to this visit was the results of the tests. I am perfectly healthy with no diseases and no trace of drugs in my system. Of course, I already knew that, but the tests are necessary for their records. Today was a “Diversity Awareness” day. Each month is dedicated to a certain nationality and students learn about their culture. I appreciate this because it’s something that has always interested me. This month was dedicated to Islanders. The lunch was longer than normal with different activities as well as interesting food. After lunch was our last presentation and we were free to do whatever we want for the rest of the weekend. I’m taking this time to write and do laundry. I’ll also be watching anime and, hopefully, heading to bed early.

Summation of the Week:

Though a long and tiring week, it has been a good one. I’ve learned about the program and the people I’ll be spending time with for the next four weeks. I look forward to continuing on in this program and receiving my High School diploma as well as certification in my trade. As for the Aspie side of things, I’m taking it slow and being patient and coping well with all the newness of everything. No milestones, just trudging on in my slow improvement.




This entry was posted on June 22, 2013. 1 Comment

Dear Daddy,

“I’m writing this letter, to tell you the truth. Gonna lay it all down, pour it out, and pray that it reaches you.” -The Katinas

Dad, Father, Source of Paternal DNA, and King of the Grill. You are the best Daddy in the world! Well, maybe. I’m a bit biased on the subject. I wanted to write this letter to you because I am broke and you didn’t give me any money to buy you a present! Just kidding. What to say, what to say? I love you! I could not have asked for a better father. You are brave, honorable, kind, caring, sweet, silly, and many, many other amiable things. You are brave for having five daughters and no sons. You lived in a house with six women, and, somehow, survived! You are honorable in that you have shown myself and my siblings, through example, how to live a righteous life. You are kind in that your arms have always been there to hold me when I’ve cried (even when I was crying because I’d received a spanking or lecture from none other than you). You are caring in that you’ve always put our needs above your own and treated the five of us girls like princesses. You are sweet when we watch sad movies and you share what’s left of the tissues when you’re done with them. You are silly every time my sisters, myself, and the dog have been blamed for flatulence not belonging to us.

You’ve always been there. When I was a little kid, you were my Daddy. You played with us, let us do your hair, and enforced the rules. You were feared, loved, and respected. When I was a teenager, you were my Dad. You taught us how to do yard work, you played video games with us, and you enforced even more rules. You were feared, loved, and respected. But mostly feared. Now that I’m a young adult, you are my Daddy. You support me in my decisions for my future, you give me counsel when I’m lost, and you taught me how to live responsibly. You are loved and respected. Feared as well, but only on occasion.

Your oldest daughter is married, your second oldest is moving out and going to school in two days, your third daughter is going into her Senior year of high school, and the twins are going into their Freshman year of high school. When people ask about our parents, they always tell us girls to let you and Mom know that you are doing a wonderful job in raising us. You should be proud of the young women that your baby girls are growing into.

What this letter, what I’m trying to say, comes down to is that I want to thank you. Thank you for being the father that are. Thank you for raising me in the way that you did. Thank you.

Your Little Girl,

This entry was posted on June 16, 2013. 1 Comment

Terrible Blogger

I am a terrible blogger. I’ve left you, my readers, without any material for months! Because it is natural for people to make excuses and blame other things for something that they feel guilty about, I have a short list of excuses prepared:

*I’ve been busy.
*I haven’t had anything to write about.
*I’ve been tired.
*I’ve been all over the place (work, school, traveling).
*I felt guilty about not writing, so I avoided wordpress altogether.
*I’ve been too emotionally jumbled up to make any sense.

In the end, none of the excuses will actually excuse me for the sin of my neglect. If this blog were a goldfish, it would be dead and another creature would be growing out of it. And that’s gross. So, my sincerest apologies to my audience. I’m sorry that I’ve been absent, again. I’m also sorry that I cannot promise I will be more faithful about writing in the future. I assume, if you’re not all shunning me for being a terrible blogger, that you would like to get an update on everything that’s been going on in the world of Allie. Here goes.

I applied for Job Corps again in January, but admissions were shut down right as I was about to be accepted into the program. That was a disappointment, but I still had my job.

Unintentionally, I followed the tradition of women changing their looks after a breakup. For some, it’s diet and exercise or clothing style. For others, it’s hair and makeup. For me, it was the hair. I went from long blonde hair with red at the tips to long, deep auburn hair. The auburn faded fairly quickly into a strawberry blonde. I cut off my long hair, and pray every day for my hair to be blonde again. While it was an experience I do not regret, I don’t think I will dye my hair again. In the end, I’m more happy just being me and just looking like me.

I started working as a caregiver for an elderly lady. In order to care for her, I had to deal with pricking her finger to check her blood sugar multiple times a day and giving her shots of insulin depending on her blood sugar. At first, it made me really nervous because I like neither blood nor needles. After a few days, I was pricking her finger and administering insulin like I had been doing it for years. It just goes to show that you can do anything you put your mind to.

I visited a childhood friend that lives in New Jersey. We get along great. Even more so than when we were children. Let’s just call him “The Greek”. I stayed with The Greek and his mom for two weeks. Those two weeks were filled with many wonderful things. Activities such as fishing, BBQ’s, Greek Orthodox Easter, shopping, Six Flags, indoor surfing, go-cart racing, laser tag, and more. It was the best vacation I’ve been on in my short life, but not because of all the things I did. It’s because of the people I was with. I was treated very well, with much love. Even on the few days that The Greek was sick (poor guy, felt so bad about being sick while I was there), I enjoyed being there. I did my best to take care of him while he wasn’t feeling well, because I would have gone partially insane had I not been able to help at all. In turn, he did his best to take care of me when I got a small sunburn. The Greek is a very caring and sweet friend, and I feel completely comfortable being myself when I’m with him. The Greek has been a big help in bringing me back to “the light” after the breakup. He’s made me smile, he’s made me laugh, and he’s made me feel loved. In truth, The Greek has always been there, and he’s always made me forget all of my worries. Plus, he thinks I’m cute. I’ll save the sappy story of our friendship/relationship/(whatever it is?) for another post because it would take too long to explain, but I want very much to spend much more time with him. It’s difficult to do so, considering that he lives on the other end of the country, but I plan to make it out there again some day soon. And, since I pride myself in being honest with you, my readers, I will admit that I like The Greek very much. Very much.

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Right after I got back from my vacation in New Jersey, admissions at Job Corps opened up again, and I was scheduled for a secondary interview. At the interview, I filled out some more paperwork and updated information. Before leaving, I was told that I would receive a call as soon as they had reviewed my file. A few weeks later, I answered the phone and was told that I was accepted into the program. Upon being asked when I wanted to start, I informed them that “ASAP” would be to my preference. I went to a pre-arrival tour of the campus, where I will be living, and it looks nice and clean. My start date is June 18th. I’ve spent the last week packing all my things that I am not taking with me into boxes and stashing them in the shed in the back yard with my empty furniture. It’s both exciting and scary. I’m going to a new place, with new people, and I’ll be going to classes instead of work. I will be living away from the family that I’ve been with my entire life. Even though all the newness is a bit daunting, I feel like I’m finally moving on and doing something with myself.

Oh! And my 20th birthday is tomorrow. No more are the teen years.

As for my journey with Asperger Syndrome and the growth I’ve experienced with it, I’ve just become more patient with change and situations I can’t control. Travel has made me accustomed to adjusting to different surroundings and social situations. I’m not where I want to be yet, but I “keep moving forward” (like in Meet The Robinsons).


This entry was posted on June 16, 2013. 1 Comment