In fifth grade I moved to a new school and I had to pick a friday elective to take. The only two choices left where a vision-impaired education class (to teach about how blind people live, and how to help them) as well as a pottery class. I chose the first option. I moved again, after only being at the school for two months. All I remember is that I knew the alphabet at the time, and I could read small words. It’s cool to understand how otherpeople live and function, so this is just something I’d like to do.