Eight women and girls sat around the big, solid table and spoke whatever came to their minds. Voices frequently overlapped. Kept my patience as conversations rolled one after the other. Then my new school was mentioned. Instantly alert, I took the table. They shot me with questions that I shot back with answers. The conversation flowed on. My mom spoke of a deaf girl who was raised oral and despised her parents because they couldn't take the time to learn sign language. I admitted that it did frustrate me how they knew no sign. I told them that ASL is a language itself, some were surprised, and about the big conflict about ASL vs. CIs. I told them how some deaf people just embrace their deafness and feel that it is a part of them. I tried to explain how I imagined a Deaf person would feel compared to a deaf person. I tried to help them understand why they felt that their ears shouldn't be 'fixed' with CIs. There I was sitting at the great table speaking their language with such accuracy and there they were trying to visualize what I would be like had I gone down the Deaf path. One said that, we should take advantage of the little hearing we have left. I agreed but kept an open mind to those who feel otherwise. I said that I was happy with the way I was raised but did not tell them why. The knowledge flowed out of my mouth and seeped across the table into their ears. Never have I talked to this many people about deafness that much before. It felt good to illuminate the topic of deafness for these women and girls. It felt good to advocate and build up awareness. It felt good.