Future Reflections Volume 20, Number 1
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Hannah Weatherd with NFB President, Dr. Marc Maurer, at the 2000 Convention
Editor’s Note: A few issues ago (Volume 18, Number 2), readers had the opportunity to hear about Hannah’s education from her mother, Jill Weatherd, in the article “Suggestions for Working With Hannah.” At the 2000 NFB Convention, Hannah got a chance to speak for herself. She wrote and read—in Braille, of course—her own speech for a kids’ panel. Here is what she had to say to parents attending the NOPBC Annual Parents Seminar about the “Responsibilities of a Seven-Year-Old.” (Oh, by the way, if you had been wondering who the cute little blind girl was who read the Braille menu in the McDonald’s commercial in 1999, now you know.)
My name is Hannah Weatherd. I am seven years old. I’m from Lima, Montana. I’m in first grade at school. Lima School is kind of small. First and second grades have to be in a room. Third and fourth are in a room. Fifth and sixth are in a room. My jobs at school are line leader, pledge leader, and helper. The helper’s job is to pass out papers and take the milk slip to the office, if we have afternoon milk. Our teacher, Mrs. Schroder, needs someone to water the plants. I was supposed to do that one day but I forgot. There has to be somebody to put the trash in the big trash can and put a new liner in it. They need a first-grader and second-grader to put the forks, spoons, knives, and milk on the table for lunch. We need a librarian to straighten out the books so they won’t be crooked when Mrs. Kluepner is being the helper. I really like four of the jobs the best. I like line leader, emptying the garbage, and I like to be the librarian. At home I empty the kitchen trash. Sometimes I set the table and in the morning I make my bed. I feed our chickens, too. I clean my room. I find money in the washer, and Mom says whoever finds money in the washer gets to keep it. I pick my clothes out every day except Sunday.
I paid for my little brother’s airplane ticket to the NFB convention. I had enough money because I was on a McDonald’s commercial, and I wanted him to come this year. I wanted him to come because he has never been on an airplane before except when he was a baby, and he can’t remember it.
I haven’t decided what I want to be when I grow up. I think I really want to be a postmaster the most.
The End. Thank you.
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