Tuesday, February 8, 2005

On my way to class

There she goes--what's her name? She's hurrying. Must be late.

--Hi there.

I smile. I wonder if she's seen me. Doubt it. She's myopic. No eyeglasses. No contacts. No eyewear. She's blind. At least, not quite.

Why is he standing there? Hmmm. He's late. It's 10:30 already. Classes have started. He yawns. Why? At this early hour? It's not even lunch yet.

-- Hi there. He hasn't seen me. Must be shortsighted. Why are there so many near-sighted people now? In this age of technological innovation and advancement.

I'm tired. I want to sleep. But I can't. I won't. Oh, there's the professor.

-- Good day guys. What have we here...?
-- Good day, Sir.

He hasn't seen me again. He must be--what do you call that? Aaargh, I forgot the word. A person who--who--who can't see clearly?

Myopic. Ah, that's it.

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