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Finally, I get to the school, and the kids are buzzing. They’re all like, “Hey, Mr. T!” (that’s me, by the way). I’m pumped to teach them about orientation and mobility. But then, one kid, Luca, decides to prank me. He hides my white cane! I’m like, “Really, dude? You think this is funny?” But then I see the other kids laughing, and I can’t help but chuckle. Kids, man. They keep you young, or they drive you crazy.

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