The Story of My Life is Helen Keller's account of her own education, written while she was a student at Radcliffe. An illness in infancy left her deaf and blind, and her first years passed in a silent, sightless world where she communicated only through crude homemade signs and frequent fits of temper born of frustration.
The book's turning point, and its emotional center, is the arrival of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, in March 1887. Sullivan spelled words letter by letter into Keller's hand, but for weeks the child imitated the finger motions without grasping that they meant anything. The barrier broke at a well-house: as water gushed over one hand, Sullivan spelled the word into the other, and Keller suddenly understood that the motions named the cool something flowing over her skin. The realization that everything has a name awakened her mind.
From that day Keller pursued knowledge hungrily. She learned to read raised print, arranging word-slips into sentences and then devouring whole books with her fingertips. Sullivan taught largely out of doors, tying lessons to the woods, gardens, and weather, so that learning felt like play rather than drill. In 1890 Keller began the harder work of learning to speak aloud, feeling the positions of a teacher's lips and tongue, driven by a longing to come out of what she calls the prison of silence.
Her education widened into formal study: French, Latin, German, history, and mathematics, often with Sullivan spelling lessons and lectures into her hand. Keller prepared at the Cambridge School for Young Ladies, passed the demanding entrance examinations, and entered Radcliffe College, determined to study on the same terms as seeing and hearing students even when conditions made the work far more laborious.
Throughout, the narrative is warm rather than self-pitying. Keller writes of books as her dearest companions, of nature known through touch and scent, and of the friends whose handclasps she reads like speech. The book closes on gratitude and on her sense that, despite the silence and the dark, she is too happy in the world to dwell much on what she lacks.