My interaction went somewhat okay, but I hear myself talk. Everyone else pretended that I was born deaf. The heredity of deaf from earlier this school year gave me an idea for future use when it comes to imaginative thought posts, but in real life, I was thinking that everyone felt sorry and that people surrounding me don’t understand the language but I was thinking about signs in my mind to be perfectly honest with what’s going on during this special day. I stayed silent for long periods of time, but I can still hear them talk, play with instruments, listen to lectures, etc. I was trying to be able to communicate without ever talking, but during 2nd period, the classmates were all silent and they sign. Sometimes I don’t know the signs and sometimes I do remember and learn the signs. I can see other sign languages around the world, but I can still see them and remember minimally. The best way to communicate was writing if people don’t know sign language.
I was treated okay, but in good shape. I was feeling excited, but felt Deaf to my mind for crying out loud. Looking back, I remember enjoying the day in satisfaction and in satisfaction; I am quiet as described in my phenotype, genotype and one disability description about myself. People are willing to make arrangements for “existence of knowing of lalalas” and wishing me Deaf. They make me feel okay in accommodations good and bad.
It was somewhat difficult to be 100% quiet, but I could hear myself talk if it weren’t for the orange earplugs. I slip up sometimes and I got most of the pressure to talk, mostly from raising my hands in case of something very important happening. It’s just because that’s life and I do support the feeling about the day of silence, but it keeps delaying on and on and on, over and over and over again until the later date like when I’m old or something at some point?
One communication event from my day that affected me in some way was writing. It was before first period. I wrote down on the white board about my blog ad saying, “Subscribe me @ diaryofayoungwoman101.blogspot.com NOW!” Most people really don’t try for a blog, but I could get it from the Rebellion if I like, but my g+ account needs to get back to the former popularity like never before. I could write down some more, if I try to get TONS of pieces of paper from home. But today, I forgot to bring the construction paper to school with me to get it taken care of and the card needs me to write it all out to be adapted into one last piece of my blog before everything is complete and ready to transform into a blook. In conclusion, in case that I’m deaf, can I go try for a piece of paper to write for the first time as a substitute communication?
Song: Year 3000 by Jonas Brothers
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