Blind as a bat, that’s me.  In Grade 5, I told my mother I needed glasses and she promptly refused to believe me. (Had I lied to her before????) Not a single teacher noticed I squinted all the time and I wrote with my nose an inch from my page. In fact, one teacher grabbed a clump of hair on the crown of my head and yanked my head up while remarking, “You’re not that blind.” But she was wrong…