March 2010
Autistic Teen Picks First Two NCAA Rounds Perfectly →
nbcchicago.com
An autistic teenager from the Chicago area has done something almost impossible.
Nearly 48 games into an upset-filled NCAA tournament, 17-year-old Alex Herrmann is perfect.
“It’s amazing,” he says. Truly.
The teenager predicted that Northern Iowa would beat the Kansas Jayhawks. He picked Ohio to knock off Georgetown. And Cornell to knock off Wisconsin.
“It’s got to suck, you know? Keeping something like that in. Walking around every day having so much you want to say, but not doing it.”
—Owen, Just Listen by Sarah Dessen
“That’d be gnarly! There’d be people dead, chickens flying everywhere!”
—Garrison, in response to hearing about a youth revolt in Mexico.
“Since when do guys ask if someone’s okay? Guys are usually the cause of girls not feeling okay, which is why it’s counter-anthropological and wholly unnatural for them to ask the question.”
—Confessions of a Serial Kisser by Wendelin van Draanen
“I don’t know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn’t make you happy.”
—Mrs. Glass, Zooey by J.D. Salinger
“The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow stronger.”
—Eden Phillpotts
“Nothing [is] your own except the few cubic centimeters inside your skull.”
—1984 by George Orwell
“It’s time to roll the windows down
and feel the cold air all around.
We are heading out of town,
and not a thing can stop us now.” —Luckie St. by Cartel
and feel the cold air all around.
We are heading out of town,
and not a thing can stop us now.” —Luckie St. by Cartel
“All colours are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.”
—Marc Chagall
“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned…” —“The Second Coming”, William Butler Yeats
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned…” —“The Second Coming”, William Butler Yeats
