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I'm Soma, I'm new. I just wanted to talk to people and make my presence known. I just wanted to get to know some people here, 'cause I've heard this site is good, and I'm proud I'm a little different. So, I guess, hi!

Hi, welcome to WrongPlanet!

*blushes* Thanks.

Welcome! So tell us more. What makes you weird?

How did you hear of this site?
What did they tell you?
Was it a professional or
personal friends suggestion?

I will probe further, but this will suffice
for now!

And Velcum! Vo VrongPlanet! Vhat's
your Vlood Type? Blah! Blah!

Sincerely,
Ghosthunter

Welcome, Soma. Nice to see yet another Australian. Aussies forever!

Hi Soma, I wouldn't want to be like everybody else either.

I'm 13, I don't know my blood type, sorry, and my blood is very strong, lots of emotion for thee.

I'm Australian, and we do not sound like Steve Irwin. If you dare ask me to say something like G'day mate, I will tickle you serverely.
I was diagnosed last year, and I've been reading up on it big time, but I have a very mild case, and many things didn't apply. But there was this site mentioned, and I thought I might have a look. I like what I see here. I have had heaps of trouble at school with one paticular teacher, you can see my thoughts on her in my blog, and I thought that being in a community of people who are a little like me, would help me, cause I have felt very alone and mis-understood. I chose my name because I express my emotion, I'm very sensitive, through my body language and my words. Soma means body. I thought it seemed appropriate. I love music, I listen to it constantly, and it's my life saver, rather like my journalling and poetry. Well, that's a bit, anything else?

You'll probably like me and Ghosthunter then. Pyraxis = fire = intensity.
Music keeps me sane. What music do you like?
Oh and we'll have a hard time looking up anything in your blog until you post a link ...

Geez! Another Austrailian! This is cool!

How do you find this site? Hmmmm?

Poetry, writing, NAHHHHH! YOU definely won't
find that here(me-thinks say's Ghosthunter)

Hmmmm?

Trickling dew falls upon the snow
as the persistence of winter prevail
in summer's grace.

Stooped head glower the bustling
snow of summers leaves and green!

Duhhhhhh! What Poetry! And care
to make a Vladddd! Donation! Blah! Blah!

Lemme guess. Are we aussies taking over? If you want to make snide comments, make 'em. I lived in HK for two years, at age 11, it was pretty hellish, I wasn't diagnosed yet, I was diagnosed with ADD, and I was 'helped', aka, treated as if I was about to have a nervous breakdown at any moment, meeting after meeting, and they ignored the fact that I was bullied every day, by the kids and the staff, so, I've got a thick skin, but if a certain teacher of mine appears, the shell breaks down, and I'm so vulnerable, because there's so much between us.

Sorry, I almost went on this huge trangent about a teacher of mine. If you're interested, ask. It's a big milestone for me, an epiphany of sorts. But thanks for the welcome. I really appreciate it, it makes me feel all nice inside.

Ok, I'm asking. I'm curious because the year I was 13, I had one teacher who changed my life completely. So far, you remind me a little bit of myself and I want to see if the similarities continue....

Hello Soma, nice to meet you!
I hope you'll like Wrongplanet.

Naa. I only do that sorta thing to tick of my mate alan, whos dad is australian, but now lives in manchester........

I noticed. I hope that this doesn't jinx it though. Well, this teacher. Her name is Mrs. Tap. Yep, I know the last name's a little ridiculous, but she's the Co-ordinator of Teaching and Learning. Nice little swish office above the library. She's the person related with learning difficulties, and making life easier for people with Dyslexia, ADD, ADHD, and the like. I was introduced to her last year, because I was drowning in assignments, work, I had no friends, and there were emotional difficulties bubbling beneath the surface. Before I could say a word to her, I was sent to her office after school to meet her, I got this huge smile that made my insides melt, one of those smiles you remember, and she said "So you're the famous Sarah! Come in beautiful, I haven't the pleasure! Tell me about yourself! I've been waiting all day to meet you." We began working together, one on one, she really understood me, and she was amazing. She sincerely cared about me, and treated me as truly special, almost like a daughter. Year 8 arrived, and well, the emotional troubles came to the surface. She helped me with an assignment, and, because I was stressed, she was really kind, I almost broke down, at one point, she saw me falter, hesitate, she ran back and gave me a hug, letting me know how special I was, that I would always be her little petal. I wrote her a letter about 2 weeks later, saying thankyou for all her help, it really means a lot to me, that type of thing, and it really touched her, she was shocked at my gesture, and didn't know how to respond. She shut herself off, and I was hurt at this reaction. I wrote her another letter, saying how I was a little hurt, but maybe I'm in the wrong, etc, and I put it on her desk. I couldn't concentrate, I was so guilty, stirring myself up, etc, and I decided to confront her at lunchtime. Well, it ended up in her interview room, I broke down, my world collapsed, her hands on my shoulders, suppoting me, tears in her eyes, her saying some deeply profound stuff, words that are so true, so beautiful, so powerful, they haunt me still, and the emotion I saw in her eyes, I have never seen so much. She was astounded, and it hit her hard, and we both were shocked, both bruised, and both changed. It's changed us both. We're really awkward around each other now, and I can't take it back, which hurts.

You write beautifully.