Asperger Diaries: Jamie's New School by H.B. Lawson Read Free Book Online

switched my computer on. When it was
booting up, I pressed F8 to put it into Safe Mode. It booted up
okay. I selected a restore date from twenty four hours before, and
then rebooted the computer in full mode. It came on without any
problems. After a while the teacher saw that I was working on my
own computer. I told him I had restored the system to a restore
point from the previous day. I might as well have been speaking a
different language. It was obvious that he didn’t know what I was
talking about. He said I had to turn it off because the technician
had to see it before it could be used.
    In physics, the
two boys sitting behind me kept whispering to each other. I wanted
the teacher to tell them to be quiet, but he didn’t say anything to
them. Every time I tried to concentrate, I could hear the boys
whispering. In the end I told them to be quiet. The teacher shouted
at me for talking which wasn’t fair. When we left the classroom one
of the boys who had been whispering said I had better watch it.
    I got my
geography homework, on oxbow lakes, back today. The teacher had
made a few comments in red, and at the bottom had written ‘Very
Good’. I don’t know what that means. I thought he would give me a
mark like 80 out of 100 or 80%. Writing ‘Very Good’ is a stupid way
to mark homework.
    The bus journey
home is horrible. Everyone charges down the school drive to try to
get on first. By the time I manage to get on, there are hardly any
seats free. Today I had to sit near the back, next to a fat boy. He
took up so much of the seat that I bumped into him when I sat down.
He shoved me off the seat. Some of the other kids laughed. I moved
to another seat. I wish mum would take me to school in the car.
     
    *****
    Angela's
Diary
    Jamie did at
least speak when he came in today even if it was only to complain
about some of his teachers. He’s not a big fan of the ICT teacher.
Jamie has always been good with computers. He’s never needed any
help from me or his dad. The only time Lesley is civil to Jamie is
when she needs him to sort out her computer. It seems Jamie took it
upon himself to repair one of the school’s computers. The ICT
teacher wasn’t impressed. According to Jamie the man isn’t up to
his job. I hope Jamie didn’t say as much. Diplomacy isn’t one of
Jamie’s strong suits.
    I started
putting my CV together. It's going to be a long job because I don't
really know what I am doing on the computer. I would rather hand
write it, but I don't think that would be acceptable in this day
and age. I'm getting quite excited at the idea of a job.
     
     
    9th September
(Friday)
     
    Jamie's
Diary
    The bus was
late this morning. It should have arrived at eight o’clock, but at
ten past there was still no sign of it. I asked Lesley what I
should do. She was with some of her friends, so she ignored me. I
was worried because I didn’t want to be late for school. None of
the other kids seemed to notice. When it eventually arrived, the
bus driver shouted at me because I didn’t have my bus pass ready. I
usually have it in my hand, but I forgot because I had been worried
about being late.
    We had our
first swimming lesson today. The teacher asked who couldn’t swim.
Two boys put up their hands. They had to go to the shallow end.
Everyone else had to jump or dive into the deep end. I jumped in.
We had to swim to the shallow end and back. I did breast stroke.
Then the teacher said we had to do two lengths of front crawl. I
told him I can’t do front crawl. He said I should try. I couldn’t
get my arms and legs co-ordinated, so I didn’t get far. I did a mix
of breast stroke and crawl, to get through the two lengths. The
teacher didn’t seem to mind. He told me to keep practicing. I’m
going to ask dad to take me to the leisure centre, so I can
practice front crawl. I have borrowed a book from the school
library which has instructions and photos for all the swimming
strokes.
    My blazer still
makes my arms itch.