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N-O-O-D-L-E, S-O-U-P


A black bowl with white noodles
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September 9th

It worked! I don't know what worked, but I finally had a dream in American Sign Language.

In my dream, on September 9th, my family was at a restaurant, and our waiter was hard of hearing. Somehow, I perceived a miscommunication between her and my mom regarding her food order, and she could not hear my mom when she had attempted to communicate to her the miscommunication. This was when it clicked that maybe I could try using ASL in the situation.

I used a bit of signing and finger-spelling to communicate my mom's dinner order, "N-O-O-D-L-E, S-O-U-P" to her. Funny enough, it was the first time I ever finger-spelled "N-O-O-D-L-E, S-O-U-P."

After placing my family's order, she came back around to say, "Thank you." Apparently, she was the only Deaf person in the entire town, and she did not have the opportunity to use sign language. Instead of signing, she had to read lips and watch other body motions just to get by.


If I could pick any language to stand alongside English as the country's national language, I would totally pick sign language. I can imagine using innovative ideas like a personal ASL code to unlock your house door as you approach, or maybe you can adjust the temperature of your room by using sign language. You could quietly have a conversation in a public space without disturbing anyone; the social and technological implications are truly as endless as our willingness to engage.


However, this is just my idea. If you could pick any two languages that you think should be treated on the same level as American English, what would they be?
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