My psychology instructor is blind, like Ray Charles blind. I think he's one of the two people who yelled at me last spring when I tried to help them navigate around a bench. I'm hoping he's not able to recognize my voice. I find myself raising my hand to comment on something he says or to respond to a question and am quickly learning that it really serves no purpose. Maybe I'll bring in a cow bell or something.

Outside of that, the semester is going very well so far. All 4 of my other instructors have the gift of sight.

-Swan

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