Update

 1, and most important part: I returned to school some time ago. I'm now in my final year of school, but we have yet to have an actual plan of the afterwards. But, not yet. I have one class for the whole semester so i won't be as stressed nor crazed as i was last year.

2, and semi-important still: I had my eye check up and subsequently ordered my new glasses, then i ordered new glasses again so i have a choice of eye wear fashion. 

3, The actually important point: I now use AAC semi-frequently when need be.

I just wanted to keep people up to date here. 

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