Welcome to A.S.S.G.O
AS Support Group Online
I was born on the 21st July 1989. I was an aus/english half breed. ( And I'm
proud of it.) I was bullied in school about it by a kid who was just evil. I
had to go every day to that school to recieve more off him. A weekend was a
welcome holiday to me. Two years after the bullying started he went too far
and I landed up doing something that was so wrong I regret doing it. I lost
my rag and landed up giving as good as I've had. I hated him, but now I
dont. After that two more years later I moved up to a high school. Then the
year after i moved to england. CRIKEY what a change. It was almost like a
cricket bat had been put round my head. I moved into queen croft community
school for people with disabilities. I excelled and loved it there. With the
best of friends anyone could possibly have and the most understanding
teachers. I was in a much happier place. There I was understood. I got in a
fight there. But instead of just suspending me, I recieved anger management
training. It was good I could finally talk about my problems not just
fight. It was almost a blessing when that happened as life had become to
sour. With the deaths of my two uncles, my nan and some close friends. I
had began lashing out where I could. But then thanks to Mrs Brown I was
helped. I listened to a guy called John Denver. It helped me so much. Poems
prayers and promises, take me home country roads, potters wheel. All helped
me see the good in life and gave me a hobby which was inspired by potters
wheel. I began to write novels. It was a good enough hobby still doing it.
Then with two years left on my schooling, I began to attend once a day at
king edwards school. Like a big grammar school, there I was taught litracy.
I did a gcse there and got it. They were brilliant all of them were cool
with someone from the outside coming in. The thing that was most intriging
to me was that after a month I was allowed to go up by myself. Which I did
happily. After two years of going to that school once a day I did my exams
and passed two gcses with a C and a D. They had taught me well. But I could
not have done any of those exams if it had not been for the teachers at
queen croft school. They helped me so much. It was indeed a blessing to be
in that place. I was sad to leave but that was it my child hood was over and
my journey to become a man was starting.
I began a new hobby round this time. Warhammer, a game of warriors, skill,
stragity and other ideals. Where you made friends as easily as you moved the
figures. I loved it. I still play it and all. I went to the german war
graves commision as well that year. I learned of what the horror of war
really was. To see all the young mens names. No one can tell you how you'll
feel. But I knew one thing that day as I listened to let us begin by John
Denver. War does not decide who is right or who is wrong it decides who
lives afterwards. T'was an honour to stand at the cemetry and take part in a
rememberence parade with the german mates and lasses. That was where i
learned respect. I will always treat the veterans as people but really to me
they are heros. People will say super heros. But really theres no such
thing. There is a hero who did his duty in face of danger and may or may not
have died doing it. I then started college a place called rodbaston. It was
a nice setting plenty of country side. I did animal care for a year. I will
not say anymore on it. For it will take to long. I kept playing warhammer
all year and didnt stop it became a hobby that I honed on. I learned control
for my body. It taught me a lot. I then finished rodbaston and moved on with
a certificate in animal care. I carried on in life. I did not know where i'd
go next but I did. I went to connexions and got a place at Queen alexandra
college where i am now. I enjoy it here. It's a nice place. But I will carry
this on another day for life is a neverending story and we are the
characters in it.
proud of it.) I was bullied in school about it by a kid who was just evil. I
had to go every day to that school to recieve more off him. A weekend was a
welcome holiday to me. Two years after the bullying started he went too far
and I landed up doing something that was so wrong I regret doing it. I lost
my rag and landed up giving as good as I've had. I hated him, but now I
dont. After that two more years later I moved up to a high school. Then the
year after i moved to england. CRIKEY what a change. It was almost like a
cricket bat had been put round my head. I moved into queen croft community
school for people with disabilities. I excelled and loved it there. With the
best of friends anyone could possibly have and the most understanding
teachers. I was in a much happier place. There I was understood. I got in a
fight there. But instead of just suspending me, I recieved anger management
training. It was good I could finally talk about my problems not just
fight. It was almost a blessing when that happened as life had become to
sour. With the deaths of my two uncles, my nan and some close friends. I
had began lashing out where I could. But then thanks to Mrs Brown I was
helped. I listened to a guy called John Denver. It helped me so much. Poems
prayers and promises, take me home country roads, potters wheel. All helped
me see the good in life and gave me a hobby which was inspired by potters
wheel. I began to write novels. It was a good enough hobby still doing it.
Then with two years left on my schooling, I began to attend once a day at
king edwards school. Like a big grammar school, there I was taught litracy.
I did a gcse there and got it. They were brilliant all of them were cool
with someone from the outside coming in. The thing that was most intriging
to me was that after a month I was allowed to go up by myself. Which I did
happily. After two years of going to that school once a day I did my exams
and passed two gcses with a C and a D. They had taught me well. But I could
not have done any of those exams if it had not been for the teachers at
queen croft school. They helped me so much. It was indeed a blessing to be
in that place. I was sad to leave but that was it my child hood was over and
my journey to become a man was starting.
I began a new hobby round this time. Warhammer, a game of warriors, skill,
stragity and other ideals. Where you made friends as easily as you moved the
figures. I loved it. I still play it and all. I went to the german war
graves commision as well that year. I learned of what the horror of war
really was. To see all the young mens names. No one can tell you how you'll
feel. But I knew one thing that day as I listened to let us begin by John
Denver. War does not decide who is right or who is wrong it decides who
lives afterwards. T'was an honour to stand at the cemetry and take part in a
rememberence parade with the german mates and lasses. That was where i
learned respect. I will always treat the veterans as people but really to me
they are heros. People will say super heros. But really theres no such
thing. There is a hero who did his duty in face of danger and may or may not
have died doing it. I then started college a place called rodbaston. It was
a nice setting plenty of country side. I did animal care for a year. I will
not say anymore on it. For it will take to long. I kept playing warhammer
all year and didnt stop it became a hobby that I honed on. I learned control
for my body. It taught me a lot. I then finished rodbaston and moved on with
a certificate in animal care. I carried on in life. I did not know where i'd
go next but I did. I went to connexions and got a place at Queen alexandra
college where i am now. I enjoy it here. It's a nice place. But I will carry
this on another day for life is a neverending story and we are the
characters in it.
