Kids Say the Darndest Things!

Here at Maple Lake Academy, we hear many things throughout the halls, here are just a few of our most hilarious!

“Do you need some help right now?” “Yes, I dire need help!”

Capture“I have a disturbing feeling that this is what it feels like to go to prom and not want to dance with the person that brought you.”

“But Oprah is terrible and Jodi is not”

“I know it looks like I’m doing nothing, but at a molecular level I’m actually quite busy.”

Completing a word search from MaryLynn, Student A: “This word search has NO rhyme or reason!!” Student B: “That’s women for you.”

“You can’t quit me, I’m like air; you can’t live without me”

“I’m always hungry, I’m in the throngs of puberty”

“My training for therapists would be: ‘emotions are the worst, but sometimes you have to listen to people talk about them’” Capture

“It’s not being rigid if you’re right, Stephen!”

Group of boys huddled, snickering near a whiteboard with a marker in hand: “Hahaha Revenge!” “No! Stop! The joke’s not insulting if it’s spelled wrong, then it’s just stupid!”

We adore our students here at Maple Lake. They keep us laughing.

News Flash!

Maple Lake Academy would like to Welcome the newest addition to the Education Department, Ms.Julie Smith! Julie is our new English teacher!

Julie Smith picJulie Smith graduated from BYU, with degrees in English Teaching and History Teaching. Since then, she has taught public school and private school, but her favorite place to work is at residential centers like Maple Lake! Julie is married and has five kids. Her family has lived in Utah, Missouri, and Nevada. She loves to read, write, and travel – especially to historical sites. Some of the fun things she has done include walking up The Statue of Liberty and down The Washington Monument, sleeping over in a zoo, and camping in Alaska. She also interned in Washington DC when she was in college, and was an summer exchange student in Japan when she was in high school. She is super excited to work with the students at Maple Lake Academy!

We are excited to have her a part of the team!




News Flash!

A lot has been going on here at Maple Lake Academy! From long days with RT to class field trips and fun project assignments.

Two field trips this year have been to a Teen Author Boot Camp and our annual Eco Challenge at Thanksgiving Point.

The Teen Author Boot Camp was a day long youth conference where over 1,000 teen writers came to receive training from the best writers out there. We went to five workshops that focused on how to write an action packed scene, how to create character depth, taking risks as an author, had lunch and met professional authors.

During our annual Eco Challenge with Thanksgiving Point in Lehi, our students competed in different events from creating designer clothes and accessories with recycled items, wrote songs about the environment, drew and painted pictures about pollution and endangered species and wrote and acted out a skit they had written about being good to our earth. During our break, we walked around the beautiful tulip fields which are a local highlight at Thanksgiving Point.

During the summer, we have enjoyed weekly trips with the Recreational Therapy group and look forward to the new term’s school year and the projects and trips it will bring. Until then! Enjoy the rest of your summer!


Students enjoying the summer day researching for their Children’s Book project.


Techie for Life: Lego Competition

Recently, both schools participated in a Lego Competition sponsored by Techie For Life. They were challenged to create and build their own unique Lego designs. The categories were: functional, artistic and scale-model.


Techie for Life sent each school, individual packs of Legos to use and document.


The students were excited about the hands-on challenge and the freedom to design their own creations.


From living room scale models, animals, cellos, spin-tops and light rays, the Lego creations were endless.


In the end, both schools won awards in various categories including:

  • Most Popular
  • Most Artistic
  • Best Scale-Model

Several received honorable mentions and received a myriad of prizes based on technology and robotics. Maple Lake Academy was well represented and made a lasting impression on the judges.




Innovations At The Boys School

All students at the Boys School at Maple Lake completed an Innovations project this past summer. Each boy was able to choose a topic that they had interest in and then researched that topic in depth.

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These subjects included: metalworking, woodworking, fishing, mining asteroids, the election process, climate and weather, wilderness survival, and many other topics.


One student presented ideas on how to solve and beat Rubic Cube problems.


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This student demonstrated that in a series of prescribed steps, that cube problems could be solved.

Other students did a power point, video, or prezi.

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Overall, the quality of the presentations were very high and well done. The teachers and Ed. Director were very proud of the boys and the efforts that they gave in presenting these projects.







Innovations At The Girls School


All students at the Girls School at Maple Lake completed an Innovations project this past summer. Each girl was able to choose a topic that they had interest in and then researched that topic in depth.

Horse2.JPGAt the end of the summer, aHorse2.JPGHorse2.JPGll of the girls presented their findings to the school. Each Horse2.JPGpresentation lasted at least ten minutes and several lasted longer.

Each girl did a great job in communicating what they had learned during the summer. Several subjects were covered during the student presentations.


cake+.JPGThese subjects included: Espionage, Vet Science, Egyptology, Music Therapy, Snakes, Types of Riding Styles on Horses, Becoming A Doctor, Decorating Cakes, History of Soccer, and many other topics.


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Students could use a variety of delivery methods. This picture is a story board that a student created. Many students used a power point or prezi but other students had creative ways that they shared their topic with the school.

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 One student had a box, and on each side of the box were several facts about snakes.


Other students used You Tube Videos to help them illustrate their presentation.IMG_2821.JPG










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Overall, the quality of the presentations were very high and well done. The teachers and Ed. Director were very proud of the girls and the efforts that they gave in presenting these projects.

Asperger’s Kid Book

I am constantly amazed by the quality of work that I see at our school. Our students are very talented in many academic areas. I listened to  a student read an essay that they called a book several months ago. Since then, I have met with the student and had them refine the book.

The name of this book is “That Asperger’s Kid.” We are keeping the author of this book anonyomous at this time. At some point in her life she may add to it and make it even better and larger and then publish it under her name. I honestly believe that her material has that type of potential. Both student and parental permission have been obtained in order to share this powerful message on the blog. I believe that this is something that every parent and educator  should read. I  hope you gain as much from it as I have.


That Asperger’s Kid

The autobiography of a child with Asperger’s Syndrome

By Anonymous

Fore note

I always knew there was something about me that made me different than other kids, other people, and other minds. It made it hard for me to focus in school, to make friends, and to act like everybody else. I wondered why I was sometimes pulled out to take a little class with the school tutor, but I never asked. Every so often I would be pulled out of classes a couple times to take a special test with pictures and blocks and silly questions. I had no idea why for a long time, but again, I never asked because it was fun and the people giving me the test were so kind.

I slowly figured out that my differences had an official meaning. Then I heard the name: Asperger’s. I remembered all that I had heard and seen about it, like that episode of Arthur where he met another kid with Asperger’s, who appeared playing by himself and being extremely specific about things. Also, when something unusual happened, the boy went into a tantrum. I looked again at that episode. My Asperger’s was not quite as severe, but I knew why and understood the boy in the cartoon, though I could not put it into words.


Students, families walk to support Autism Awareness Month

Students and family members from Johnson Primary School march, holding signs and banners in support of autism awareness aboard Marine Corps Base Camp Lejeune, Friday. According to the center for disease control and prevention, one in every 68 children in the U.S. is diagnosed with the disorder. (Photo by: Lance Cpl. Andrea Ovalle)

Chapter 1

That Different Kid

I think back to preschool and distinctly remember the looks of disgusted confusion I was given by the teachers and the other children. I was completely oblivious to the regular behaviors of my peers. What I considered right, wrong, normal and strange was a bunch of barely fitting puzzle pieces put together in a fashion I had known my whole life, and I had not understood why nobody else’s puzzle fit quite like mine did.

One time, in kindergarten, I remember we were making log cabin pictures with pretzels while we learned about Abraham Lincoln. But after I had done the interesting part, perfectly shaping the pretzels to border the windows, I was and knew I was going to be very bored with doing the same old thing with the rest of the flat little house.

To my right were three computers. I wanted to play the alphabet game. After a few minutes of being on the computer, my unfinished project still laying on the table, I felt my chair whip around and all of a sudden I was nose to nose with my teacher. Her lips curled in her rage as she hissed “what are you doing?!?” She ushered me forcefully back to my chair, not much harming me but leaving me bewildered and terrified. I cried softly.

I understood she was mad. But I didn’t understand exactly why. She had not made it apparent that I needed to complete the craft or else… I only understood my mothers’ instructions. With the tone of her voice, the shape of her lips, the look in her eyes, I could determine the importance of the task I was given. But my teacher had said so kindly that she would like us to finish our pictures so we could take them home, a message I did not see manditoriality in. I was absolutely dumbfounded at her response, how her soft gentle speech turned into a whipping spit of anger.

I remember that I would occasionally play sailors with my little brother on his loft bed, but most of the time, especially as a young child, I would play by myself in my dollhouse. I found it very awkward to play like I did in a doll house with another person. I liked to control the story and basically shape whatever happened.

It was around that time that I began narrating in my head, something I still do. I would say out loud the story I was playing, and when I grew tired of that, I always felt I had to say a formal good-bye as a narrator. Now, at an older age, I still mentally narrate my actions and things that I see (such as movies), as they happen.

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Chapter 2

That Dumb Kid

My teacher shouts my name. I look up to see what it is she wants. No, I did not hear what she said. I was very busy playing with the erasers in my desk. I am not interested in this topic. I am not defiant—I just can’t seem to pay attention or learn anything and now that I am behind and I would feel stupid to ask her to repeat herself.

“I just told you to pay attention two minutes ago. Give me those things!”

I do not want to give her my things. They comfort me and give me something to do.

I remember being pulled aside into the hallway on the way to the computer lab. “Why don’t you pay attention?”

I begin to cry. This is hard for me, being asked that question I wish I knew the answer to. “[My 2nd grade teacher] didn’t tell you… she should’ve told you that. I can’t, I just can’t focus. I try really hard but I can’t.”

She tries really hard to understand me, but she still looks confused and concerned. I want to know why, she wants to know why, but I don’t know why and can’t tell her why. It just is, the fact that I can’t pay attention.

Math was always hardest for me in elementary school. The numerous changes in every equation was hard to keep up with. If every number, answer, and operation was the same, I could’ve done fine. But if it was like that, it wouldn’t really be math, would it? The worst thing was when one little change makes everything different; that drove me crazy. “Oh you forgot this number was negative now the whole problem is going a whole other direction” or “multiplying the fraction is different than adding you can’t just add across”. I often ended getting fed up after the first try and just daydreaming for the rest of class.


Chapter 3

That Weird Kid

I tried the night before every new school year to ask my mom how to make friends. I could never get a straight answer, nor one I could understand. New school years always exited me. New books, new backpack, new shoes, new teachers, and new schools. I was constantly switching schools for whatever reason. A home movement, or going from elementary to middle (most often the first). I had a very hard time making friends. I could not keep reciprocal conversation; I was very awkward; and I was once called by my godfather “funny looking”, so I knew that much had to be true.

Other kids either picked on me or avoided me completely. One boy liked to watch me squirm while he told the principal that I had been being mean and vicious to him and others. I had not been, and many a time had no idea what the ruthless terms he said I used meant. Another fellow liked to hit me with his music stand and see me try to fight back. Other times he said things to me I feel embarrassed to mention, and I of course was very flustered and confused at the time. I sometimes wonder if I did anything to cause them to feel such resentment, or that I was fun to insult. I never have understood what gain one gets from being so cruel to another. I cannot imagine what would drive a person to make another suffer day after day.

My daily life felt like a battle, a war between me and the world. They had swords; the things they called me, the fingers they pointed at me, the laughter they uttered to bleed me, the way they ignored me. I had my smile, nothing else. I didn’t have a single defense to being attacked; the on looking adults didn’t care. It hurt. I felt drained and scared. But I needed to keep my smile. It wasn’t a shield, it didn’t protect me; if it was anything like that it was a target. It was not a sword either. It couldn’t inflict pain or exact revenge on my attackers. My smile was a band aid. While the wounds on my heart piled up I just smiled, and it weakly served to heal me. It worked like a cotton ball taped over a flesh wound; hardly helping but better than nothing at all. A comfort, a small sign that I would make it out alive, a ray of hope that everything would be alright.

My identity became the judgements and lies my peers pinned on me. At the mention of my name, the response would be, “oh, you mean the weirdo?”, “the freak?”, “the demon girl?” The name my mother gave me seemed to change into the beastly things they would call me. My brothers and I’s last name became a curse. To be me or my sibling automatically made you an outcast. It was because my brothers and I are all diagnosed with Asperger’s. It made our lives difficult all the time; not making the grade, not being popular, being misunderstood everywhere we turned was our daily reality.

My heart hardened and became isolated and armored. I did not want to be hurt anymore, and drove all foes away swiftly. My band aid smile transformed into mouth of sharp, defending teeth. This is about when I began to think rigidly. It was black, or it was white. You were nice, or you were mean. You were my friend, or you were my foe. I stopped sorting a separate place for in-between. I held tight to my friends, the few that would treat me kindly. Anybody who laughed at me, was mean, or made a fool out of me was pushed away every time they dared to get close. Sometimes, when a person resembled an enemy by appearance or action, I did not even give them the chance to wrong me. This occasionally drove off even good people. After so much bitter treatment, I was not going to have it happen again. It hurt too much.aspergers_is_not_my_problem_by_journal_of_falconSix Things Those Asperger’s Kids Want You to Know

  1. The following instructions listed are not true for every child or adolescent with aspergers. It is most important for you to realize that every aspergers child is different. Ask the aspergers child you know what they personally need.
  2. Don’t think that I am not listening to you just because I am wearing a blank expression. Usually, it means that I am in my head and trying to picture what you are telling me as best as I can.
  3. Never ask me why I can’t just be like a normal person. I DON’T KNOW.
  4. Pictures and visuals are a desperate part of my learning. Don’t tell me; show me.
  5. Please don’t tell me to stop crying. It helps me to feel better. Just validate my feelings and then let me cope however I must.
  6. Don’t compare me to anybody else. I am my own, individual, different-in-more-ways-than-you-can-imagine person.