Dearest Relations,
I am pleased to share with One and All that I have applied for a meeting with the Department of Education's, Division of Vocational Rehab. I applied via the Internet yesterday and will read from a representative within three to four days.
With great hopes and wishes, it is my plan to petition the opportunity to have classes in American Sign Language. I will speak with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. I pray for his support on this subject as this is important to me and many aspects of my life and My Path.
With a goal in mind, it is a career in interpreting ASL for Company's or individuals as well as providing myself and my future a second language for the when the all goes quiet. I feel and smell the urgency and angst...
...pardon me please, but I just don't want to be caught ill prepared.
Yes, with my Baha processor connected to the implant on the left side of my skull, I am able to hear to some good degree. With out it, I am Deaf. (With the exceptions of the sounds and noises)
My right ear is an enigma. There are days when I have good hearing and then there are the days that I have really bad hearing. This is the ear that requires time in the morning to wake up. This is the ear that goes silent randomly. And this one too picks up the audio hallucinations, as Sir Dude calls them...
...anomaly's, as He-Who-Touched-My-Brain call them. What ever the case and what ever they're called, I swear from where I sit it sounds like a damned good idea to learn a language that is slowly becoming a part of my day-to-day. Makes sense to me and I am excited this will be so.
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