For senior picture end up a disaster: first, why would the school pick out sad funeral clothes for the pictures that was going in the yearbook of all things and second my mom put out the rest of my clothes. I had picked out a cowboy style outfit (in 2012) gone by the next year (in 2013). Besides that, none of the picture people understand autism would you be in someone personal space when you’re asking them to do something nit picking. It never bothered me that the pictures were terrible, I never do, but on that day, really I never do. that school year was so awful both as a whole and as puzzle pieces, both in the goals and random things both in learning and in the memories that in 2016 I gave my year book to the leaves and trees; and
