That’s my last day of school. 4th of July. In September, when I'll come back in class, I probably won’t see a thing. Perhaps the college accepts blind people, but I doubt it, and I’ll need to go to a special college for disabled students. Goodbye english section.
Now I’m just enjoying this day. We’re going down town this afternoon with my class. Eating at Mc Donald’s and then hanging out. I’m sure Samantha, one of my friends, is so excited because Kevin is gonna ask her out. Kevin is the most handsome and popular guy of our college. All the girls are on crush on him. Correction: Nearly all the girls are on crush on him. Not me, even if Sam doesn’t stop teasing me about this. Anyways, we’re going to have a great time. There’s a party expected tonight at Kevin’s house, I’m not invited but I’ll go with Sam and nobody’ll see.
Midnight. Music, people, lights are all around me, all around my dancing body. I forget everything, concentrating on my movements. I try to keep my eyes open, for them to enjoy this scene that will soon become black.
When the music ends, I go take a glass of water and check my phone. Mom says she’ll be here in 5 minutes. I hug Sam, say bye to my class, get out in the night with a shining smile on my face. I feel glorious. Like in the song.
Looking at the ceiling of my bedroom, all the images of the day scroll in my head. Since a long time I hadn’t felt so happy. Since… since Holland. Yeah, that’s a long way ago. One year can be long, very long. But I remember and will still remember. I have the pictures, then, even if I don’t see, it’ll be ok. From what I’ve heard, people who lose one of their senses develop more the others. When you’re blind, your hearing is much more performant. I think losing one sense also helps you more understand your body. Its weaknesses, weapons, needs, feelings. What’s going on inside. Your heart. I really must learn how to understand it. Because it has once mistaken me. Or I have mistaken it. And that’s why my beginning is not totally perfect. And that I need to change the ending. In 3 months it’ll be too late. It’s maybe too late now to succeed. But never to try. So I’ll try.