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  • They have these amazing scales at the Blind School.
    Drop a chunk of butter in the bowl and the scales say,
    "72 grams"
    Pour in a mound of sugar and the scales say,
    "134 grams" !
    The microwave speaks too.
    The Headteacher says that when walking past the kitchen, you often think there is a crowd of people inside when usually there are no more than three.
    I so easily take things for granted.
    I forget to think.

    I printed off jackernuts recipes for the students, only to realise this was pointless.
    It's easy to forget.
    So I'm going to record the recipe onto cds.
    Sell it through the charity. Make it into a podcast too.

    The age and abilities were varied, but I didn't need to show them how to make jackernuts at all.
    They were all pros, experts, above me. It's their life and I didn't know what to expect.
    But they knew what to do, what they can do.

    One girl was in a wheelchair. Completely dependent on others.
    She couldn't see, could barley move her arms, used her hands like heavy paws,
    she spoke like a child of seven, her mind of the same innocent age.

    She was 22, just like me.
    Its really messed up mind; it could all be so different.
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