6. Say What?
So the School Board calls us in about 3 weeks prior to the 1994-1995 school year. They want to discuss my “options”. We go in expecting them to try to bully my mother into sending me to Marysville High School. We sit down, and in walks no other than the superintendent of schools. He sits down and says, and I quote here…
“Ted, we believe that your best course of action is to attend Marysville High School, however you and your mother have made it very clear that this is not your intention. While we are disappointed that you have made this rash and unfounded decision we have no choice but to respect it.
We do however have another suggestion that may be more appropriate for your education. About 5 hours from here just outside of San Francisco there is a school. This school focuses on teaching young men and women with vision problems. The school is called the California School for the Blind. They specialize in teaching your kind.”
Now, I am not kidding, this is what he said. And the way it was said came across extremely condescending, but then again I do make “rash” decisions. The guy was a major douche. But I couldn’t concentrate on that at the time. I was still trying to figure out what I had just heard. A school…for the blind? WHERE HAD THIS BEEN ALL THESE YEARS? WHY WAS I ONLY HEARING ABOUT IT NOW? WHY HADN’T I BEEN GOING THERE FROM DAY ONE? WHAT THE HELL WAS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?
I finally had enough. I didn’t know what I was going to say but something had to be said. I couldn’t just sit there and let this injustice go unanswered. I stood up, looked this man straight in the face and said,
“When do I start, cause the faster I get out of here the better.”
Yeah, I know that’s not a great comeback, but what do you want I was 16.
I was to start classes at the California School for the Blind on their first day of the new school year, August 22, 1994. I was super excited; the prospect of being around my “kind” was almost too much to take.
The next section really goes into detail about the school and how it worked. I loved every second of it and I don’t think I would trade the time I had there for anything in the world. Check out the next chapter for more about CSB.


