On Disabilities

When you haven't been able to hear for a week, your alarm in the morning is a wonderful sound. Even if it means your six hours of sleep are now over. Having your ears plugged all the time is terribly annoying, especially when you're trying to write midterms or participate in discussions. And all it took to cure myself was to threaten to go to the doctor about it. Yesterday as I'm sitting in school, unable to hear, a man taps me on the shoulder and hands me a card that says "I am a deaf person. I make a living selling these cards. Please buy one at any price." So after realising that I probably couldn't resell the card very easily dressed as I was, I wrote "Really? I can't hear either!" on my chem homework. I thought it'd be mean to ask him to buy it though. Honestly, if you're going to sell cards, you could draw something nice on them. The deaf guy at the ferries sold little fold-up scissors. This guy is really just lazy. I say that, but I don't give money to homeless musicians either. I guess when you've seen them do their income tax, you realise they've lost touch with their roots. Which reminds me, do you think that really rare braille books get put behind glass?