No Child Left Behind, Fact or Fallacy by Mari Nosal, with my opinions and commentary as well.

No Child Left Behind, Fact or Fallacy by Mari Nosal, with my opinions and commentary as well.
Left Behind?
Can education for the autistic be improved?

I am trying to spread autism awareness, lend a voice to topics that are interesting to people who are either autistic or have friends or family that are. I have 3 kids on the autism spectrum, I am asperger’s as well. My kids all struggle in school and I am concerned that they will graduate and if so what have they really learned. I was quite the opposite school academics came easy, it was the social and PE related things that were difficult. I was in a way left behind, might have skipped a few grades but due to my teachers and their concern or is it lack of concern or understanding I was never allowed to skip any grades, the elementary years were a joke for me, I could read as well as I do now at 43 at 8, and my math skills were about the same as well, but I was never asked to skip grades mostly due to my teachers not really understanding or “getting” me. In that vein of thought here is a fine article by Mari Nosal with regards to her thoughts on the so called “No child left behind idea”

No Child Left Behind, Fact or Fallacy by Mari Nosal

http://marimouth.wordpress.com/2012/02/29/no-child-left-behind-fact-or-fallacy-the-state-of-our-educational-system-in-america/

Hello – I have been observing opinions of the public at large regarding the state of our educational system. I have decided to express my opinions regarding this topic. Some may like my opinions some may not. That is the perogative of human individuality. One thing I believe we can all universally agree on is that we need to discard our THEM AND US IDEOLOGY AND CHANGE IT TO A WE. All societies are dependent on one another for successful existence. May we all become a united front and remember our ultimate goal – our childrens future! Merely a thought to Ponder.

Education reform has always been dictated by societal needs. The No Child Left Behind Act of 2001 was born from a need for high tech, academically savvy Americans who can compete in our interglobal society. The next generation of capitalists must be trained. American corporations are interdependent on foreign trade to survive. Foreign countries experience financial growth through interactions with America. Land Rovers and Lexus have Toyota Engine parts. Chevrolet Geo has Suzuki engine parts. Gas hails from Arabian oil wells. Patients from other countries frequent our hospitals for high risk, state of the art surgery. American educators travel the world teaching English to foreigners. American icons such as McDonalds, Pepsi, and Spiked hair cuts are noted in foreign countries. These examples are a miniscule representation of the relations and dependency that countries have on each other. Prosperity is the ulterior motive of these relations.

The ideology of No Child Left Behind is not new. Expectations in education have been cyclical throughout history. The influx of immigrants in Horace Mann’s era necessitated a curriculum that focused on Americanization of immigrant children. The intent of Mann was not altruistic. It was the assimilation of immigrants into American society as positive contributors to our economy. During the cold war era, emphasis was based on academics. A similarity to modern day schools is noted. Gone was the emphasis on the whole child. Education was reformed to produce American engineers, scientists, and mathematicians that could compete with the Russians. We had to build a bigger, better, space craft than our Russian neighbor’s.

In modern day America, as with our predecessors, molding and training students guarantees the survival of our country. In the fifties the economy depended on competing with other countries for prosperity. In modern day America, the goal is to be sought out by other countries. What deleterious effects does America’s preoccupation with growth and prosperity inflict on our society? “It became necessary to destroy the village in order to save it.” This phrase speaks a thousand words. The American ideal of survival of the fittest warrants focusing on the strongest members. The weak and assumed useless people are weeded out. Rather than find compensatory strategies that give all kids the same chance to succeed, each child is left to sink or swim. The ones who succeed will be our future leaders. The students who flounder will be left to languish in a hand to mouth existence with no skills. Children have become statistical data on an achievement graph.

Intelligence can’t be measured merely in academic form. A child may be musically inclined, athletically inclined, or artistic. A child’s learning may be impeded by learning disabilities, emotional disabilities, or a dysfunctional household. If compensatory strategies are taught the child will succeed. The standards used to assess a gifted child should differ from those for a learning disabled child. High expectations are non negotiable. However, what those expectations are differ from child to child. Challenges should be safe and individualized for each student. A challenge should create social and academic growth. If the challenge is too high, the child will shirk their academic responsibilities, and suffer irreparable damage to their self esteem.

Accommodations for individual children need to be in place in order for the academically challenged child to score within the median range on assessments. Unfortunately, accommodations cost money. In terms of education the basic mindset is less is best. A society, who will spend $150.00 on a ticket to a Football Game, yet will wage war at the threat of having real estate taxes raised for education. It is much easier to play the blame game. Blame the parents, society, teachers, and administrators. Taking personal responsibility for America’s educational dilemma would mean admitting that we all have a stake in children’s education. Not a comfortable idea for the majority of the population to ponder.

Teachers carry a huge weight upon their shoulders. The goal of the No Child Left Behind Act is to achieve success. A teacher who has the threat of her job dangled in front of her like a carrot on a stick is not going to feel success. They will experience burn out and become less productive educators. A child who does not pass the M.C.A.S. repeatedly will experience a sense of failure that will haunt them through out life. Watching peers graduate will breed a sense of futility. In the scenarios above, the outcome is predictable. For educators and children alike, frustration leads to apathy, apathy leads to indifference. The end result is that everyone loses.

Intelligence is genetic. However, it is manipulated by the environment. A bright child who receives no stimulation will underachieve. A learning disabled child who is safely challenged will rise beyond expectations. The chance of success can be increased in the right educational setting. Introduce safe challenges that a child is sure to succeed at. A domino effect will occur. Once the taste of success is felt the child will not be adverse to more challenges. Experiencing failure can cause even the brightest child to recoil from academics. Nurture can beat nature. It merely takes the right environment, realistic expectations, and an appreciation of each child’s individuality and learning styles. We all have a function to fill in society as an adult. In our democratic society, the government and stake holders should not decide what that function will be. Accept each child for who they are, and they will be accepting of themselves. No child should be left behind!

This is merely my opinion.

Stay well

Mari Nosal M.Ed., CECE

Having lived in the system, and experiencing my own children’s lives in the system I definitely agree that things could be better. I am especially concerned for the more autistic of my twin sons who is in a self contained classroom. It is more of strategic organized teenage day care. He is sixteen nearly, and still can not tie his shoes.

David Berkowitz

Asperger’s Syndrome – A Parent’s Journey With Her Son, From Childhood To Young Adulthood by Mari Nosal

Asperger’s Syndrome – A Parent’s Journey With Her Son, From Childhood To Young Adulthood by Mari Nosal

Mari Nosal my new mentor of sorts, allowed me to most graciously post this article which talks about graduation and her autistic son, since my twin autistic sons are now almost 16 this may be reflected in my life soon as well. This article was posted with her permission.

Asperger’s Syndrome – A Parent’s Journey With Her Son, From Childhood To Young Adulthood by Mari Nosal

The original article–>link

Graduation season is upon us. Many parents, special needs teens and young adults will feel stress and anxiety as they transition into the next step to independence. Whether this involves entering the adult world of employment, going off to college, or starting to live independently, this is a scary time for all families–but even more so for families that have children with special needs.

I have written a story below which includes the challenges that my family has endured from my son’s childhood to young adulthood. I have included comments regarding my fears while attempting to jettison him out into college life and onto the road to independence. Living with a child that has Asperger’s or any diagnosis is not easy. My goal in writing our story is to let parents know that they are not alone. Our family has, and is, walking that path that many others struggle with today. I am here to tell you that the challenges are worth it. It is not all darkness and gloom. Your children will make it with a little help from their family, friends, teachers, and the community. If you are a reader who has a child graduating from high school or college, allow me to extend my congratulations to you.

A Letter To My Young Adult Son

My son, you are now an adult. 23 years ago, you entered this world one month early. You made your entrance into this world with a loud wail that no one could ignore. You were an awesome baby, sleeping through the night at the ripe old age of seven weeks old. Your first year was fraught with constant infections. Fortunately these would respond to antibiotics. Although you were ill a lot, you managed to have a constant smile upon your face. You sang your way through ear infections, strep, and other maladies baby babble style.

You were extremely alert. People would remark on the fact that your expressions did not resemble that of an infant. It was noted by many that you seemed to have an elder’s wisdom in your eyes.

I recall your first word. You were standing in your crib at the age of 10 months smiling, with your arms in the air saying “uppy,uppy”. We were so excited to hear the clarity in your first word. Many other words would soon follow. By the age of 2 years, you would talk in full grammatically correct sentences.

You shocked us after toilet training experiences with your brother who is 22 months your senior. We thought he would go to college in diapers. You on the other hand went in the bathroom at age two of your own accord, pulled the tape off your disposable diaper and used the toilet independently.By the age of three, you were reading letters of cereal boxes. At age four you were reading and sounding out words. Your favorite game at age four was checkers! Embarrassing as it was, you could actually beat me at that game. Your father and I thought you were a prodigy! We would soon realize that although you were bright, issues were present that would need to be addressed. You would get frustrated when other four year olds did not understand the concept of checkers.

Upon picking you up at the age of four from preschool, I was met by your teacher. Apparently, you had problems cutting with scissors. The teacher remarked how impressed she was with your inventive persistence. Rather than ask for help, she found you with a piece of construction paper hanging half-way off the table, weighed down with a pencil sharpener. You figured out that weighing down the paper would free up your hands so you could manipulate the scissors with two hands instead of one. The teacher recommended testing by a local occupational therapist. I sat in the hall and could hear your comments in the testing room. The therapist had you stack blocks. You not only stacked twelve blocks in a row, but color coded those using only green blocks. The therapist asked you if you would like to move on to another test. You response to the therapist at the ripe old age of four, “oh no, I want to stack the blocks again instead.” I doubled over in laughter out in the hall. I admired your strong will. I did not know at the time that the strong will you possessed would get you through some challenging times.The occupational therapist diagnosed you as having a weak grip, low upper body strength, and fine motor skill delays. She recommended activities for us to do at home to help you hone your skills. We played scatch ball since pulling the ball off of the Velcro paddle increased your grip. We pulled out the old shape sorter that you outgrew at an early age. The intent was to improve your hand-eye coordination. I blew bubbles and you popped them as another hand-eye coordination activity. I was told to practice the rule that if you could not manage a task on your own, to stand back and let you struggle a bit. It pained me to hear your pleas of help when you wanted to climb the jungle gym, or use your arms to hoist your body up on a low tree branch. I wanted to swoop you up and accomplish the task for you. I knew you would not master the skill if I did so however. Stand back I did, and with practice you persevered and experienced success. With each attempt you got stronger and more adept. We attempted to perceive you and your brother as separate individuals with separate talents and characteristics. Your brother played soccer, which you had no interest in. Group competitive sports were difficult for you.

That was when we decided to let you join a bowling league. The league turned out to be a great choice, for it challenged your motor skill issues. Bowling was a great first sport at age eight, because it matched your personality perfectly. You were within a team but actually only competed against yourself. You amazed us with your fortitude and growth during your six year bowling league stint. The little boy, who couldn’t candlepin bowling at age eight with one hand, became the preteen who was bowling triple 115 scores! You struggled until third grade to coordinate the pincer grip and tie your shoes. We bought you Velcro sneakers until you were ready. You know what? You learned how to tie! Merely on your own schedule, not ours. At this point in life, you were diagnosed with A.D.D. Your father and I attempted to cheer both you and your brother on equally in all your endeavors. That was difficult. Learning disabilities can prove challenging and necessitate investing more energy into the child with challenges than the sibling who does not have any. There was so much guilt. When we were cheering you on and helping you with your challenges we worried that we were ignoring your brother. When we supported your brother, and cheered him on, we felt as though we might be ignoring you. It is a tough balancing act supporting both children and making sure their needs are both being met. Your brother reminded me of this while driving in the car alone. He said, “Mom, do you realize that you and dad talk about my brother alot? Can we talk about something else for a change? My response to your brother was, “I am so sorry. Sometimes mom and dad worry about your brother’s future. We know that you will be OK. But that is no excuse; we love you both and are proud of the talents and wonderful character that you both possess. Son, do me a favor please. If I start babbling about your brother, will you please remind me so I stop?” Your brother was satisfied with this answer and I kept my promise.

This reminded me of the delicate tightrope of uncertainty and guilt that parents with both learning disabled and non-learning disabled children grapple with everyday. Middle school would prove to open up a Pandora’s box of new challenges. In elementary school, your strong memory and verbal skills had proved sufficient for the rote learning that took place. The demands of algebra and higher math would prove difficult for you. I attempted to convince educators that you were skipping steps in math calculations due to processing issues. They felt that you merely had A.D.D. and were lazy.We must be forgiving as not much was known about Asperger’s syndrome at this point and your expressive verbal skills hid your deficits with receptive language from most individuals.Never look back; only forward. I would advocate for you on this issue until it was finally recognized in high school. Bullying issues increased in middle school as the peer pressure increased. You were considered “quirky,” yet “sweet, and shy.” As difficult as it was, I heeded the therapist’s advice. I was to be a coach and observer when it came to bullying. If the kids were not drawing blood and the issues were not incessant I was to stand in the background and use my judgment on this issue. I wanted to protect you always. Unfortunately, as the therapist pointed out, I must guide you in how to deal with people on your own as you entered your teen years. I shed some tears for you but you did learn to to self advocate. You continued playing drums in the band as you entered your high school years. This proved to be a positive choice. You see, the band created a group for you to belong to. You were bullied for the last time in ninth grade. Another freshman was challenging you and a senior from the band stepped in and stuck up for you. The bully, who was a freshman like you, took off. Band was included in your I.E.P. as important. Band was where you had a chance to socialize with others.

When I finally got new testing done for you at the high school, they were so helpful and it was refreshing to have a group of educators finally listen. You would now be diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome, as well as A.D.D. You stuck with the high school band through your high school career, and we were so proud of your musical progression. We bragged about both you and your brother to anyone that would listen. Upon graduation we decided to have you go to a two year college and live at home. We felt that transitioning into adulthood and independence was best done in baby steps. By not pushing you, we felt as though it would give you a chance to work towards success instead of failure, thus giving you the incentive to keep growing. You graduated from community college with much improved grades. You than entered a local four year college as a junior. The first semester was spent living at home and driving with your new driver’s license. You attempted the drivers exam three times but never gave up and finally did it! Second semester we decided to have you live in the dorm. It was hard to let you out from under our watchful eye but we knew we had to continue helping you achieve your goals on the road to independence. It was too easy at home for you to isolate yourself from people. You were only 45 minutes away and close enough for us to visit. At first you were allowed to come home every weekend. Gradually we spaced out home visits to once a month. We would come and take you out to dinner once a week but then take you back to your dorm. We also purchased a web cam and set up times to chat with you from your dorm room so you were not too homesick.

Not too long ago, you acquired your bachelor’s degree. You are now back home, holding a full time job after a couple of failed attempts at employment in the past. Son, as you start working with your job counselor to get more training so you will not be underemployed, and as you use the college degree that you worked so hard to earn, I leave you with one comment. You have surpassed all of society’s expectations for you. You have met and conquered many challenges. I know that you will continue to do so, and will succeed in all your future endeavors as you have in the past. Please know that your mom and dad love you very much. We are so proud of you and wouldn’t have wanted you to be any different than you are. You inspire us, teach us, humble us, and make us proud. Go forth into the world, my son, and fly like an eagle. Look out world, here comes my youngest son!

Opinions and Advice as to photos that I took, let me know your honest advice.

Opinions and Advice as to photos that I took, let me know your honest advice.


I took these pictures at Lake Mead in the Las Vegas area, thought that they were good but they were either declined by fotolia or put in the free section, what are your thoughts and advice?

Mallard Duck

I am trying to improve my skills so let me know your thoughts and opinions.

The Lovely Kate Winslet Interview On Live With Kelly 03-26-2012 with Regards to Autism

Part 1 of the Kate Winslet on the Golden Hat Foundation

Part 2 of the Kate Winslet on the Golden Hat Foundation

Part 3 of the Kate Winslet on the Golden Hat Foundation

Musings From My Brainiac Aspie Mind By David Berkowitz from Technewszone–How I see it, my perceptions..

Musings From My Brainiac Aspie Mind By David Berkowitz from Technewszone–How I see it, my perceptions..
My wife, 3 kids on the spectrum and I
My Family out at an event for Cancer

1) Humor and Sitcoms Do not really get it, I get sarcasm. What others usually think of as funny I do not get.

2) Being on time, I am obsessed with being early, if you say you will be somewhere at 10:00 am then be there at 9:45.

3) Honesty–> I says it as I sees it(Like Popeye the old cartoon)

4) TV and Movies–> I Like tech, Sliders, Stargate, Star Trek, Titan AE, Parallel Universes, Time Travel, Harry Potter, sorta like Twilight, my wife makes me watch, American Idol, like Music so I watch it, Xfactor for the same reason. I like Discover channel, the History Channel show life after man, the show, through the worm hole

5) Logic, I am hyper logical, seek to understand everything, high understanding of language, seek to see patterns to reality and life.

6) Learning–> I hate ambiguity, want to know everything, hate not knowing something, wonder about conspiracies, are Aliens, Ghosts, real, if so why don’t they teach us about it in school, everybody has heard stories about Aliens, Ghosts, feelings about things, Angels, the unexplained. If it is real then we are not taught about it in school,if it is not real than why do people talk about it so much, that bothers me.

7) Emotions–>I Do not really get them, I get sad, worry, anxiety, but my other emotions, like love, are not really strong. I do not have any overpowering emotions, that bothers me as well. It is like living behind a wall, sometimes it breaks, then the tears roll, but not often.

8) Eye Contact–> It makes me feel weird, do not why but it does, I try but it is a struggle.

9) Women, I am married for the last 19 years, and I liked a few other girls prior to her, but was clueless, like I had a wall around me as to what I was supposed to do with them, fear was big, was afraid to hold their hand. It frustrated me that my logical mind knew what I was supposed to do, but something inside made me freeze up. I got lucky, and got married, for nearly 19 years now. Once I like someone it is forever, why would it change.

10) Friends–> Other than my wife, I have had no real close friends, do not know how to connect to others, want friends, am a nice person, but I am so different in my thought processes, and interests that for some reason people do not get me. It bothers me to a great extent. I want friends, but friends do not seem to want me.

11) I am Jewish, but honestly, I do not really get religion, especially the really religious, who do not question anything. I gotta say I question everything, analyze everything, can not do anything with analyzing it, seeking patterns. I am rather curious about reincarnation, life after life, am open to the idea which goes against traditional religion. Who knows for sure, definitely not me.

12) Politics–> I do not really get that either. I think that we need to help all people, if someone can not afford food, provide them food, maybe make them trade work for it, if someone needs insurance, and can not get any, then provide it to them maybe a work share program. If someone needs education then help them get it. Is is not better to give until it hurts? Religious people spout words of charity but no one is willing to really help anyone else. It frustrates me like crazy.

13) People that do not do as they say–> I have had a bunch of people who say, yes we will help your nonprofit, will redo the website professionally, will do this or that but don’t. If you say it, do it. If you do not really intend to help be upright about it. I am frustrated by other nonprofits, who I have asked to help us with funding for our 501c3, I truly do not get what is so difficult. I just wish people would really do unto others they want people to do for them.

14) Contact–> I do not mind contact at times, but I am not very touch feely

15) Music, technology, and the arts–> I can not get enough of technology, music and the arts. That is why I am trying to help the improve quality of life for autistic people via technology and the arts.

16) Success–> I am driven to succeed, win the game, want to make my families lives better, and the lives of others with autism. If I could help all people on the planet I would, but logically you can’t.

17) Drama, whiny-ness, ignorance, hate, bullying–> I truly do not get drama, at times my somewhat aspie daughter, lower functioning than me, whines or is overly dramatic, it is not logical, it drives me nuts.
Ignorance, and hate–> We are all one race, the human race, religion teaches that we are all the same, science teaches that we are related via DNA, why then can not we all get along, help each other? If aspies like me ruled the world, there would be no hate, no racism, no anti-semitic people, we would all support one another.

Bullying–>There is no place or need for it, period.

To be continued

Time to Grow – A Parent’s Wish For Her Young Adult Son With Asperger’s Syndrome by Mari Nosal

Time to Grow – A Parent’s Wish For Her Young Adult Son With Asperger’s Syndrome by Mari Nosal

In my continuing series featuring some fine articles by Mari Nosal a fellow parent of kids on the autism spectrum here is a nice piece that she said I could present on our news site for technology and autism. Please also check out our youtube page—youtube link

Marie Nosal Graduation
graduation and special needs

Graduation season is finally upon us. Many parents have children who will be transitioning to the next chapter of their lives. This may include entering the working world upon high school graduation, making the transition to college life, living independently, and many other rites of passage children may encounter on the path to becoming young adults.

This is, no doubt, an extreme period of uncertainty for all parents. Letting go of our children is never easy. Have faith in your parenting skills. You and your children have come so far.

I hope you can find solace in my poem, “Time To Grow”.

I have chosen to share my poem during this season of transition, to let parents know that we all share the same fears, hopes, and dreams for our children.

Savor each developmental stage your child enters. Remember, challenges and struggles are present in every stage of development; yet, so are progression, accomplishments, success and other reasons to rejoice.

A fine poem as well from Mari–>

Time To Grow

My child I do love you
With your peers I wish you’d go
The world to you still so new
Experience you need to sew
Close to home you choose to stay
And always be alone
I wish you’d choose another way
Step out of your comfort zone
To the world you’ve much to give
Sincere and funny you
Please my son, go out and live
The life that was given to you
A world of girls and friendships too
Await you at your feet
When alone I watch you
Your peers I wish you’d meet
When I think of what you’ve missed
First kiss, the prom, and more
Experiences too long to list
I wish a magic wand I had to open up the door
A door that opens up for you
A world of friends and more
Where you could see yourself anew
And venture out the door
Your reclusive ways they pain me
More than you could ever know
I make sure that you never see
The stinging tears that flow
I feel like I need to
Do more for you right now
I wish that I could show you
When, and why and how
Will you ever have a family
Of your very own
Time will tell and we will see
Whether you will be alone
I know your life is yours to live
Your fate I cannot plan
I still feel more I could give
As you grow to be a man
Don’t fight me when I guide you
I do it out of love
The best is all I can do
It is up to God above

-Mari Nosal

Here is a link to Mari’s blog as well–>http://enabledkids.ca/?p=665

A Poem For Parents With Special Needs Children by Mari Nosal

A Poem For Parents With Special Needs Children by Mari Nosal

I was referred to this Poem By Mari Nosal, an amazing advocate for autism and an author as well.

It comes from–>link

This Poem Is For My Son Who Has Aspergers – I could not be prouder of the young man he has become – even if I tried. :-0)

My Flesh and Blood

God sent you here to teach me

Some things I did not know

Through different eyes I now see

Individual paths that we all go

You’re not what I had dreamed of

The young man I thought you’d be

But you no question I love

God chose you just for me

The struggles they are worth it

We climb mountains every day

Together a fire we have lit

We’re a team in every way

On the mountain we slip and slide

Sometimes I get morose

Although it is a rocky ride

A life I never chose

I couldn’t imagine my life

With out you by my side

We do experience much strife

It floats in and out like the tide

In the end it’s worth the work

A special young man you are

Special awe of you does lurk

You have come so far

I know that you will continue to grow

I never have a doubt

Whatever paths you eventually go

May be a different route

I’ll love you for whoever you’ll be

Though different from my view

For you a great life I foresee

It will be up to you

As you go through life and become a man

And challenges confront your life

Please always remember the words I CAN

They’ll help with your strife

Remember that I love you

I always will be there

If you ever feel blue

Remember that I care

The struggles they’ll continue

Of this I’m very sure

I know I cannot change you

I know there is no cure

God sent you here to teach me

Some things I need to learn

Through your eyes I see differently

The world that I discern

All though it pains me greatly

To see you struggle as you learn

The world you venture into

Must be achieved in your own way

I can not do it for you

Your own path you’ll have to lay

You’ll fall and falter make mistakes

In God you’ll have to trust

For you my heart does sometimes ache

But let you go I must

I’ll always be behind you to help you when you fall

But you must venture out now

Your talents you must use all

You will make it on your own

I’ll be your cheering crew

Through your life much strength you’ve shown

Remember I believe in you