My grandma showed me a video on a show called “America Hot Talent” and there was this guy called Drew Lynch who is a comedian, but the catch is that he stutters. He was still funny and he was ashamed or scared of being on live TV Stuttering. He is a inspiration because Im sure he knows that people criticize and laugh at people with speech implements, but he still went up there and made those funny jokes knowing that he was going to stutter and not caring of being embarrassed because he was being himself.
His stuttering actually started by him having a concussion after a accident and from there he has stuttered. I think this shows that anything can happen to you and your not above anyone else because were all in the same boat. We all have flaws but that is what makes us of who we are. As always stay awesome and stay FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!
Today I took an hour practice before my driving test. Suffice it to say I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night, as I kept tossing and turning unsure of my result in the following morning. Morning came I tried to calm myself down by doing some deep breathing exercises, but it didn’t help. I was eating my Belvita, drinking my tea locked into my test. Then I got in the car and went with my Mom to the driving school, since I was too nervous to drive there.
The start of the practice test was pretty relaxed, and I was turning perfectly. The major problem I have is with depth perception, which means backing around the corner and parallel parking. Thus brings me to my practice run of both of those obstacles and the result, to my disbelief was pretty dang good!
Now comes the fun part, the actual test. I’ll admit I was at this point nervous as all hell. I went to the bathroom before I went out to the driving instructor’s car, and proceeded to tell myself, “You will get your license no ifs ands or buts, got it? Good”. As I sat in the car I kept replaying the episodes of SpongeBob Squarepants and how he never passes his driving test, not really a good analogy however it got me thinking if SpongeBob can succeed then so can I! There I was doing my utmost best and trying my hardest to pass, and by the stroke of luck I PASSED MY DRIVERS TEST. Even now reflecting back to earlier today, I’m not only proud of myself but I’m glad my sister watches SpongeBob in the mornings.
Living life like ur in a vault is pretty nice, but can be boring. There is no discovery or curiosity because ur staying within ur comfort. Being comftorable is fine but growing and experiencing new stuff is better because that is what makes you into a better person. This can go for alot of things in life, eslocally if ur going through a rough time but there is always light on the other side, you just got to fight through it like a soldier. You may lose in from a other people perspective but you are a winner because you passed the trial and its time to move on. Some can say that this is all a lie but i just say live your life but live it the right way and put effort into it. As always stay awesome and stay FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!
Most people today ate kind of up tight and a little to annoying with the things that are going around the world. There is a small amount people in the world who just take life as it is and just adept to it instead of those who try to ignore or fight against it. Now there is no problem fighting for what you want but you gotta have to chose your battles because nobody likes a idiot who likes to start stuff. Its a little hard of choosing to know what is the right way and wrong way because the outcomes can be good if you choose the wrong way or bad if you choose the right way. Worrying about it wont help because there are so many moments in life that it is so ridiculous. Just take life one step at a time because yes the good guy always finishes last but he has also lived a awesome carefree life filled with love, family, friends, and the list counties. As always stay awesome and stay FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!
We all have been through when plans have changed due to one person or thing that has caused it. The most important thing is how you recover from that and if the opportunity comes up again, what will you do different. Dwelling in the past has its pros and cons but its good to dwell on the past for a few mins because you cant change the future if you focus on the past. People are also half of the equation because friends are hard to find and keeping a friend is half of it too. Keep moving forward to accomplish where so many have fallen and yes its going to be a really hard, unforgettable path but it will be worth it at the end. Also relationships are best fitted when you have a control or stability in your own life. As always stay awesome and stay FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This guest post is brought to us by Heather Jensen who is in association with Utah State University For many people who stutter, it begins between the ages of 2 to 4 years. Many of these people will then outgrow stuttering by 7 to 8 years of age. About 1% of the population, or about 3 million people in the United States alone, however, will not. While stuttering is not curable, it is manageable, and should never stop you from following your dreams, such as furthering your education. Instead, when it comes to college, you should learn how to work with your stutter, stick up for yourself, and to even embrace your stutter.
Be Prepared and Prepare Others
For most everyone, college is an exciting yet scary time, filled with a new environment, new people, and a new, often larger and more stressful workload. While stress and nervousness is not a direct cause of stuttering, it has shown to aggravate it for some people. Recognizing that such a big change may exacerbate your stuttering at first can help you prepare for it more. One way to minimize the pressure and anxiety that comes with stuttering is to let others know that you stutter up front. Trying to hide your stutter by avoiding certain words or by avoiding conversation altogether can be exhausting. Letting someone know that you stutter not only prepares the person, but is also a bold step that gives you the ability to deal with it on your own terms. Plus, you will usually find that most people in college are from all walks of life, and will have a higher level of maturity and acceptance.
Advocate for Yourself
Not every class you have will be a lecture with hundreds of students. Some of your classes may be smaller and discussion-based. In these particular classes, discussion participation can be a large part of your grade. Instead of taking a grade cut or trying to avoid these classes, speak to your professor. Introducing yourself to your professor can be a good idea regardless of your situation, but simply letting them know that you have a stutter, that it is not a big deal, but you may need some extra time to convey your thoughts, can assist them in understanding your situation. Some majors may require a Public Speaking credit. Many universities will offer alternatives for students who need it. Speak with your advisor about your concerns and options. You can also often find resources from the Communications Department if there is one at your university. You may even wish to speak with your university’s Disability Services.
Seek Out Support
Many universities offer opportunities for therapy at discounted or even free rates for students. You can also seek out support from others who live with stuttering, through groups like the National Stuttering Association (NSA), FRIENDS, local support groups, or possibly even groups or clubs through your university. The NSA has found that people who participate in support groups report fewer negative effects of stuttering, more successful speech, improvements in self-confidence, and more positive attitudes about speaking and stuttering.
Embrace Your Stuttering
Instead of allowing stuttering to discourage you from attending college, use it to get into college! Using your experiences with stuttering as inspiration for your application essay can help set you apart, and gives you the opportunity to express how dealing with stuttering has shaped you into the person you have become today.
Biography of guest writer: Heather Jensen is an Audiologist and Clinical Assistant Professor for Utah State University. She received her Doctorate of Audiology from Arizona School of Health Sciences in 2004. She has been an adviser for the student academy of audiology organization at USU for 11 years. Before coming to USU, she owned her own private practice, but decided she wanted to give back to the field of audiology by teaching students. When she’s not working she spends time with her four children, she also enjoys doing hearing related humanitarian missions.
With things happening in the world, there are huge changes that has happen that will change society. Some people are lije the spectators, they dont agree nor disagree but just watch and never give anyone their opinions because they want to see what will happen. Now there is people who are activist who will take action for either good or bad. Its a little odd of how I think about it but weirdly it connects, and through out history this has proven it self tons of times. The only thing is to keep doing what ur doing and feel free to do what you want to do because life is open for change, you just got to take that first step like a key to a door. As always stay awesome and stay FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!
The bright sun blinds you, the tall grass brushes against your sides, and the smell of gunpowder overpowering your nostrils till they became nullified. This was the Battle of Union Gap.
Our brutal battle started off as all others did in 1865, bunch of soldiers sitting around a campfire (though in broad daylight) and cleaning their weapons. But before I get to the gruesome details let me back up for a moment and just say this two-day event was over father day weekend, which is a special time for fathers and sons to bond and make memories with each other. Well we sure did that with the 1st Texas! A few of my friends were talking to me and said, “Hey want to join first Texas?” So my Dad began talking back and forth with the commander and my friend, and soon enough we reached an agreement. That agreement was that we would be able to attend at least one of the battles on Saturday, with the possibility of us staying the night however since my Dad works second shift we weren’t able to. Enough present day language, let’s go back in time to 1865!
There I was, dressed in grey. I felt very proud and humbled wearing the uniform, the same one they wore not too long ago. After having a moment of reflection in myself, I was awoken by the sound of the brigade, “Form up boys form up!” I hear quickly getting into place. To my right I could hear the infamous Cotton, keeping us calm and making us giggle as we approach the rest of the brigade. You know for a fact that the other companies don’t have nearly as much fun as we do. There we were lined up by our respected companies, awaiting the orders to move out. Soon they were given and we moved out, along the tree line making an odd U-Turn in front of the tall grass. Reminds me of the cornfield…. Flashbacks aside we couldn’t help but realize the sun bearing down on us, so we retreated to the shade, waiting for the Yankee line to appear from their hiding spot.
After several naughty jokes, and a futuristic doo-hickey that took a photo of you but didn’t have you stand in the same spot unmoving for two to three minutes took several shots of all of us together. I then got the feeling that we were about to march. The good flag was flown over us, everyone trying to give it one last grasp, as they knew it was gonna be their last. “Forward march!” cried the company commander. The first Texas followed suite and were ride beside Mississippi, then we saw the Union Marines. Many of us laughed seeing it foolish that a few marines could take on a whole brigade, we quickly routed them off and they went running with their hoop skirts back to their brothers. Once they were out of sight we could see several Union companies trying to flank us, this was my chance to prove to these battle hardened Texans what I was made of. “Front rank kneel, rear rank step up!” my Dad and I being in the rear rank did just that and open fired a murderous volley, taking several of the Yankees to their graves. The order was given to move to the right at the double-quick, and boy did we know why, the cavalry was flanking us. We high tailed it to our flank, then a shot rang out from the cavalry officer’s gun, our commander was hit. With blood pouring from his mouth he ordered his replacement to drive back to cavalry and flank the enemy. Confusion and disarray over the loss of our commander made even I frozen in our place for a moment. Then the confusion turned to anger as I loaded my musket and let out a boomer of a shot, knocking the cavalry officer clear off his horse, landing with a resounding thud on the ground. Satisfied I turned to where my other men were and engaged the Berdan’s to our front, “tree frogs” we call them on account they hop out of the grass then hop back down.
We pushed forward now against the brunt of the Yankee line. Shot after shot was traded back men falling one by one, I discovered to my horror that both my Dad and I were out of black powder, then the Yanks shot and ripped me apart holes appearing on my chest as I flung backward, dead even before I hit the ground. My Dad turned around to look at me then he too went down. I could hear the battle in my ears as I lay in the sun awaiting my time to come. The cannons stopped bellowing, the shots stopped firing, and the women of the dead went out to claim their husbands and sons in this bloodbath on the fields of the gap. All I remember was my boys cheering after the battle ended, least my sacrifice wasn’t wasted as I drifted into eternal peace.Going forward in time to 2015, I must say I had a blast fighting with the Texans. After we came back to camp we gathered in a circle, and the three new recruits were inducted by tradition. Our right palm out which received a full cartridge of gunpowder, the left cupped water. After this we were told to rub our hands together really hard, then spread it all over our faces. The pictures followed, we were now Texans. I tried washing my face from one of the nearby spigots, and managed to spread it all around my face. I was now the modern-day version of blackface, Cotton got a good chuckle when he saw my face. Don’t worry, pictures will be at the end of this post with our “initiation” faces. The Texans are a family unit, who doesn’t believe in bureaucracy or shun members who can’t come to an event due to other obligations.
This unit is my new home, and I’m proud to now say I’m a Texan.If you or anyone you know thinks the Texans are the reenacting unit for you, you can come join us at one of the events found here. Did I forget to mention your first reenactment, is totally FREE? Yup, we have loaner gear and weapons for all if you want to try it. If you have any more questions you can visit our Facebook page, or go to the WCWA and look at the contact information for “1st Texas Infantry”. Hope you all had a wonderful father’s day weekend!– JamesReferences (pictures and video):