I was given hearing aids, and I wasn’t at all happy. The students at school saw the gigantic, bulky hearing aids as if they carry a stigma. Very often I would feel like I’m trapped a fog, a place between dimensions. It felt like I didn’t fit in the “deaf world,” but I didn’t belong in the “hearing world” either. Quickly, hurt and confused feelings swayed to bitterness. Every time I looked in the mirror, I thought my body has failed me, and I’m going to be stuck living in it for the rest of my life. And underneath the derisive façade, I felt fear. Secretly I was afraid my hearing aids wouldn’t support me any longer, and then I’ll be truly lost without hearing people’s …show more content…
However, it still damages me. I still plan on pursuing greater knowledge of the great works of literature and improving my composition skills, but now my major is heading towards the direction of computer technology. Teaching to a classroom of children would affect me deeply. What happens if I can’t hear a child? Or they take advantage of my disability intentionally? I don’t belong in a classroom. I might belong behind a computer screen though. I’m going to find out. I’m still going to imitate the works of J.R.R. Tolkien, Jane Austin, and Charles Dickens, but I scribbled off English teaching off my list. It will always secretly hold my heart, but it no longer can shape my future whether I like it or not. But I think I will find new inspiration through the evolving world of computer technology. It’s only a matter of