I was, as you may remember, supposed to be done with my time at the School for the Blind back in September. Of course, nothing really turns out the way you think it's going to turn out, and so I'm still in attendance there. At this point, I'm not loving it. I feel like I'm no longer learning anything useful, and my days there leave me more anxious and annoyed than anything else. I don't blame the school for this. It's me. I just got tired of learning how to cook and clean and do homework, when I could be doing real cooking and cleaning and homework. (Wait... what am I saying exactly??) I want to start living life, and stop simulating the life I'll be living later. If that makes any sense (it doesn't, but go with it).
I finally got one of my last instructors to settle on a number of sessions left to complete. Three. After that, she's willing to sign off on my paperwork and call me fit for blindness. So by the end of January, I should be a free woman. Until I lose more sight, and need more training, which is something I so don't want to think about right now. Ugh.
I am glad I went, I suppose. I can now say that I've undergone orientation and mobility training, which means I can sign up for guide dog training (PUPPIES!!!!!). I can also say that I'm much more mentally prepared for losing my sight. I know now that being blind is not such a terrible thing to be. I'm aware of social and professional resources. I learned a lot about what I can do, and what I need to work on. I know the basics of braille. I made a couple of friends.
This has been a weird time in my life. A limbo of sorts. But now I've got ants in my pants, and I'm ready to do the boogie dance.
So, To the mostly-helpful school I never wanted to go to, but had an okay time at... I guess this is, See ya, Wouldn't wanna be ya (but I'm gonna, so I'm not really even done-a...) aww....pbfttt....