Book Quotes are in bold. Cristina Thoughts are not.
Perl…The code is designed to encourage programmers to develop their own style and everyone is invited to help improve it; the official motto of this community is “There is more than one way to do it.”
I love this idea. 5+4=9, but so do 6+3. Let people design their own paths.
Visiting my older sister once, I was emptying the dishwasher for her and I remember being worried that I was doing it ‘wrong’. She said, “Cris, any way someone else empties my dishwasher is the right way.” It was funny, made me smile, and taught me a lesson in grace. There is more than one way to do it. Have at it.
Susan realized that, even in his most difficult moments, he was trying to communicate with her.
I sense this at work so often. When people say, “Ugh! This kid!” The therapist in me goes crazy – Listen!!!!! He’s telling you something!! What is he saying??? Love love love. I love my job.
((About Asperger)) Instead of seeing the children in his care as flawed, broken, or sick, he believed they were suffering from neglect by a culture that had failed to provide them with teaching methods suited to their individual styles of learning. He had an uncanny knack for spotting signs of potential in every boy and girl no matter how difficult or rebellious they were alleged to be.
One of my biggest take-aways from this book is that Asperger was an inspiration. Adding him to my list role models. WWAD?
Lee Felsentstein…when a teacher accused him of daydreaming in class, he replied, “I’m not daydreaming, I’m inventing.”
Hehe. I love these kids. They’re the ones who change the world, y’all. Keep on, little one. Keep on.
Temple Grandin…warned that efforts to eradicate autism from the gene pool could put humankind’s future at risk by purging the same qualities that had advanced culture, science, and technological innovation for millennia. The maker of the first stone spear, she observed, was likely a lone autistic at the back of the cave, perseverating over the subtle differences between various types of rocks – not one of the “yakkity yaks” chattering away in the firelight.
Hahahaha! Oh snap!
I loved this book so much.