[Blindtlk] Experiences at the Alabama School for the Blind

[Devin Prater]

My experiences at ASB the Alabama school for the blind, will be recorded here.

My first years

My first memory of ASB was a bus. Frn that bus, I came to the school that would claim most of my childhood. i remember that the first week was the longest, and that that week I met one friend that would continue to stick around for years to come. My early years weren't that bad, not bad at all compared to the later high school years.
We'd wake up with a set of clothes on the foot of our bed,  go to breakfast in a line, eat bacon eggs and coco pebbles and go to a class where teachers taught us about school stuff, but also about life and how to live.
Then in fourth grade, I decided to go to public school and give that a try. In public school I learned that life wasn't everything either because my parent's did my homework and school work was made rather easy for me. So in the second part of fifth grade, I went back to ASB.  
high school

High school started off well enough. I began to not care about either the week or the weekend, and simply  did as I was told, my mind sinking into a sort of half living state. Sure I was sad on Sunday, and happy on Friday, but in my mind it wasn't much of a difference. I just did my best, which was just enough to keep afloat. But in my condition then, I was doing the best I knew how, and I was applying myself the most I knew how. So this continued for a few years, until one day while ironing. I was having problems with ironing, and the dorm staff told me that if I didn't do better, which I'd done it for a good hour or so, she'd send me to the office the next morning. My soul, by that time, was crushed under the uncaring people at ASB. So that night it sang of feeling. I cried that night, my tears pouring forth like an ocean, and my desperate cries from the soul grasping out for any person that had ears wishing to hear and a heart wishing to feel. Then, the next day, I was taught, with empty words, about people's perceptions, how people can change their perceptions, and how he is convinced that everything is just all in one's head. Simple  generic psychoanalytics. But he never even gave a good evaluation of the sthmptoms fore I did not seek death, I sought life. 
graduation
Before I tell you about graduation, allow me to paint a small picture of our valedictorian. She is 19, converses with imaginary friends in her own imaginary world where experimentation is the key to happiness and she can have relations with pop singers and anime characters alike. She commonly toys with her brain by using digital drugs, sound files thet alter the waves of the brain to induce sleep, high, a drunken-state, happiness, shamanic trances, the awakening of the third eye, said to allow the communing with the dead or spirits, or "Christ consciousness" a file devoted to allowing one to be more like the Gnostics, a cult that believes that the Hebrew God is more like Satan, and that a female Goddess, such like Gaia, is the one true diety. But just as a Christian might think that Christ Consciousness is good, there are likely to be othere files that do other, cultish things to on's mind. She then got into Dragon Ball Z, fantasized about Goku, and now that I've tried to steer her back to God as her parents would want, she's devoted her mind to learning all sorts of languages, which isn't bad, but she tries to escape reality in the best way she can think of. This is the one ASB has chosen to represent it of 2015, a rebellious young woman who now has gone off to college with over 10000 dollars of technology that you all have paid for with your own tax money, who will not read much, and who thinks that college is the paved way to a job, not knowing that college may either currupt her soul further, or only give her a job with the IRS at best directly out of colleg. She chooses to take the quick and painless road, taking what is handed to her, while I choose to work for what I get.   . 

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