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In
September 1952, we saw the huge, beautiful building of Donaldson's School for
the Deaf. Mother took me to school and left me there. I stayed in the boarding
school.
I felt very strange and nervous while I looked around but I learned
the same things as at the old school. The teacher still didn't allow us to talk
in our sign language in the classroom, so we watched her lips. I was not happy
at all. She wrote with chalk on the blackboard and we preferred it that way, but
it was still not easy for me to understand.
I felt very frustrated because I never had enough to learn. It was
always the same throughout th yeares until I left school at sixteen. My parents
knew I had a talent for art but they could not afford to send me to Art College.
Instead, I got a job as a mender in the Tweed Mill at Mayfield, near Dalkeith
in Midlothian.
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