handicap access

Don’t Take Up Spaces that Aren’t Meant for You

I go to use the elevator in a high rise building only to find a sign that says “Please ask security for access to this elevator”. A week ago, that sign wasn’t there. When I ask the security guard why the sudden change in policy, they said that people from other floors in the building had been abusing their access to the elevator and that they needed to lock it down. 

Let me make this perfectly clear: I could no longer independently access the only elevator available to take me to this part of the building because other people decided to use / abuse a space that was not meant for them instead of taking the stairs right next to the fucking elevator.

Here’s another example: In order to have access to an accessible room on a cruise ship, I have to submit a form stating that I do in fact  have a physical disability that prevents me from using a normal state room on the ship. I have to do this because able-bodied people have, in the past, been dishonest about the level of accessibility they require in order to have access to a larger stateroom without having to pay a premium.

How about this one: I go into the restroom of a massive convention center. Every single stall  in this restroom is empty except for the one handicapped stall in the back, which is being occupied by someone who does not need to use a handicapped stall. I now have to wait for that one person to exit the stall before I can use the restroom. Remember: This bathroom has 7+ other stalls that are built specifically to work for them, but they chose  to use the one space that is available to people like me.

Dear able-bodied people: Handicapped bathroom stalls, seating areas, staterooms, and elevators are not meant for you and you should not use them.

I do not care how big of a hurry you were in and how that elevator got you to where you needed to go faster. Because of you, I have to go find someone every time I need to use this elevator and if I can’t find them I GET NOTHING. 

To you, that cruise ship can house 2000+ people and you have an opportunity to get a massive stateroom at no extra cost if you’re wiling to fib a little. To me, that cruise ship has a capacity of around 12 (the number of accessible rooms on the ship) and if they’re all full, I GET NOTHING.

To you, that movie theater has four really great seats right in the middle that just happen to have a handicapped accessible sign on them. To me, that theater has four seats and if they’re all full, I GET NOTHING.

And let me address the bathroom thing in particular. I don’t give a flying fuck if the handicapped stall was the only one available. You should pretend like it doesn’t fucking exist and wait in line like everyone else. *

Don’t take up spaces that were not meant for you. Because everything but those few precious spaces were not meant for us. 

* Unless it’s literally the only stall in the bathroom or you’re about to absolutely shit yourself. Then it’s fine. 

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As you wish, my friends. This is the 2nd & 3rd chapter I wrote squished into one. This weekend has been hellish, so I’m just getting to posting this now!

AU Cross-over of The Wedding Date and MMFD. 

Tags: @towongfu2 @milllott @lau-vm @celestev31 @tinakegg @milymargot @jackiewalsh2013 @annemarieted @kneekeyta @kingbeeyonce @fuck-sewing-machine @irish-girl-84 @mmfdfanfic @mykuhkors @i-dream-of-emus @rhi3915 @lovinglifeandlivinglove @nutinanutshell @voodoomarie @rockinthebeastmode @mirandasmadeofstone @protectfinnnelson @hey1tskat1e @eveerez @workinggirl101 @likeashootingstarfades @raeonashadowcaster

Also tagging: @arathewallflower @lilaviolet @bitchy-broken @bitchesbecrazy89 and @thatfunnygirllauren because you all showed some interest before for this one. 

I’ve been veering off course a little bit from the movie, but don’t worry it’ll still follow along mostly. 

Hope you enjoy and thank you, thank you for the feedback, lovelies! xx

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Why’d they put the Totem lathe so far away from everything? Oh right, this was Vriska’s doing. That explains it. At least she made the roof handicap accessible.

Having narrowly dodged obliteration, you take your place as the PAGE OF BREATH in the LAND OF SAND AND ZEPHYR.

So Tavros is the Page of Breath, eh? “Page” sounds less prestigious than “Heir” so I wonder what exactly the difference is between him and John. 

So far I’m 0 for two with my guesses for the troll’s titles. I thought I had Kanaya and Karkat pegged as the Maiden of Time and Page of Breath respectfully. 

anonymous asked:

Junkrat, Hanzo, and McCree headcanons for dating someone in a wheelchair?

((here you go darling!! they are such good bfs ))

- having prosthetics himself, he will kind of understand,
- of course, that’s nothing like being in a wheel chair
- he’ll understand when you want to do something for yourself and will let you do it
- he will try and make sure that you keep what you do on your own within reason
- he just doesn’t want you to get hurt
- he will never complain about you wanting to push you
- he won’t bring up asking you if you want prosthetics, but if you talk to him about it he will discuss it with you
- Will make sure that your wheel chair is never with squeaky wheels or a loose bolt
- always checks ahead of time to see if places are handicap accessible


- He kinda gets it, but you’ll probably have to explain what you can and cannot do
- will sometimes forget that you can’t do certain things, but will apologize profusely
- “Can ya do a wheelie?”
- If your wheelchair ever breaks, he will be able to fix it in a heart beat
- will help you get up the stairs if there’s a couple of them by pushing you up, but will try to remember what places will have ramps and which ones won’t
- He will steal you cute trinkets that you can put on your wheel chair, like decals and such
- will make jokes about taking your wheels and using them for a riptire, but only if you’re okay with the jokes. If you don’t like them, he stops and feels bad
- will always be by your side and try to help you with anything you ask for help with.
- he might ask you about prosthetics as soon as you both meet, but if you don’t want to talk about it he’ll let it go

- He doesn’t have leg prosthetics so he won’t pretend to understand
- if you have medicine he will go out of his way to make sure your prescription is always filled
- Will push you around and might run with you if he wants to hear you laugh
- will help you install anything you want on your wheelchair, such as decals or other things
- Will help you fix your wheelchair, or take it to someone who can
- Mccree will make sure to let you do stuff on your own, he doesn’t want you to feel helpless
- He will make sure that he doesn’t mistakenly take you to somewhere that is very hard to get to
- will go with you to your doctor visits if you want

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: WHY WHY WHY

So the other day, we had a guest check in that requested a specific room on the first floor, but he also had a pet.

Now, we are a super pet friendly property. We don’t charge for pets, but we do like to know if you have them so we can assign you to our pet friendly floor (which happens to be the third floor here). We do this for hypo-allergenic guests and to try and minimize the potential noise as much as possible.

This guest had just stayed with us a week prior, and he had stayed in the room he requested, but we were not aware of his animal. We let him know at check out that hey, it’s not a big deal or anything, but we do like to put the pets on the third floor. Hi was a little huffy about it but whatever. He checked out.

I notice his reservation pop up with specific requests for his favorite room. Ok, that room was occupied anyways. All the first floor rooms were. No biggie. He has to stay on third anyways due to his pup. I get his registration card and pet policy form prepared, along with his keys.

He checks in, I welcome him. Get his credit card and everything. He notices the room number on the reg card and throws a fit. Wants to know why he’s on third floor, etc. I inform him that because of his pet, we have to place him there. He claims he left his dog in whatever city he came from. Ok, no worries. I inform I don’t have anything left on the first floor however, unless he’s ok with a handicapped accessible room.

He loses his shit, starts cursing and getting red in the face. Wants me to move the current guests in his room out of there. No can do homes….

After moving some reservations around I was able to get him on the second floor, which he still wasn’t happy about. Whatever. I make notes in the folio about what happened, as I know this asshole is going to leave us a bad medallia…..

The next day comes around and I’m covering a morning shift for our other supe that had to take off due to a sick kiddo. I haven’t had any sleep. I’m tired. I’m grumpy. I power through it.

The day is going alright. Everything is good. And then i see asshole McGee come to the desk to get his keys remade.



I turn over the info with my GM. We decide to let it go, as this dude is notorious for being a pain in the ass…

But I just… Can’t fathom the stupidity in this one.

By: mentallyaporcupine

squat-cobbler  asked:

If disabled people ruled the world, I could walk with my guidance cane without getting crap from someone about how I'm not 'blind enough' to use one because i'm partially sighted. If disabled people ruled the world, my "handicap accessible" apartment wouldn't have steps leading in and out of the building. If disabled people ruled the world there would be simple, easy access to assistance for everyone, rather than a series of hoops to contort through to 'prove' disability.


TalesFromTheFrontDesk: "First come, first serve" does not mean we can cancel other people's reservations because you happen to want to extend!

Yesterday evening:

Trucking Company Lady calls me and says, “We are currently paying for Trucker Guest in room 101. We would like to extend his stay for two more weeks.”

I inform her that 101, a handicap accessible room, is sold out sporadically over the next few weeks, as are our other handicap rooms. Trucker Guest will have to move rooms every few days.

Chipper, she accepts this. “Just keep him in a handicap room as often as possible.” She says she will let him know that he will have to move rooms. Good. No surprises, and we don’t have to deliver the bad news.

I spend an hour deciphering availability, trying to balance the desire to seldom move with the need to have a handicap room as often as possible. When it’s done, man has five separate reservations for the next two weeks.

This evening:

Trucker Guest makes his first IRL appearance to me. He is an obese man with a leg injury, and he appears in the laundry room doorway, waving his room keys and crying “WHY IS IT WHEN I HAVE TO USE THE BATHROOM THE WORST, MY KEYS DON’T WORK GODDAMMIT IS THERE A BATHROOM NEAR HERE”

I rush to point him to the lobby bathroom that of course is two feet from him. He fights with his walker and the bathroom door and screams escalating obscenities along the way AND from inside. I retreat to the front desk to remake his room keys because it’s not in my job description to be crushed between a walker and a bathroom doorway by someone about to wet themselves.

When he’s finally out and I give him his new keys, he tells me someone re-made them for him yesterday, and that he had told them to make it work “indefinitely.” He uses the word “indefinitely” to describe his residence here about five time. Then he presents some uninformed theories about why the keys had stopped working, such as, “Is it because the housekeepers went in there and cleaned? If that’s why, then I don’t want housekeepers doing that!!”

In my head, I’m overseeing combat between two plans: do I act like this guy is officially Not My Problem, or do I aim for Best Net Experience For All Employees by tackling any possible issues now?

I take the noble road and ask him whether the lady from Trucking Company Lady informed him he will have to move rooms. Of course she didn’t. Trucker Guest is about to either cry, or hit me with his walker.

I try to extend sympathy and express that I wish the room were available for the whole length of his stay. He cannot comprehend why he cannot just stay in 101. I tell him other people have booked the room and that reservations are first come, first served.

“I got here first,” he insists, until I finally wedge the concept of reservations into his brain by saying, “Other people have these handicap rooms booked ahead of time. We can’t just cancel their reservations because someone else decided to extend.”

He informs me he WILL NOT move rooms unless we get someone to help him move his mini-fridge and all his stuff each morning he has to move.

To placate him, I go to the computer to locate the first Moving Morning, and privately review the reservations I made for him yesterday. Meanwhile, the dude literally screams in this tearful, gravelly voice, “SON OF A B****” as he’s trying to walk five feet from the bathroom to a bench to sit down.

Trucking Company should be paying for a hospital room, not a hotel room.

Eventually, he goes back to 101, shouting from pain the whole length of the hall.

In my head, I’m like, okay, good, I found a decent balance of me Doing The Right Thing and also making it Not My Problem. Then I realized the first morning he has to move, I myself am working that shift.

TL;DR: Trucking company wants me to shuffle their injured employee between rooms for two weeks. Injured employee doesn’t understand concept of hotel reservations, and also screams out in pain when attempting locomotion.

(Edited for a typo)

By: jessicajo

Today for the 100th time, my husband and I had the discussion, “Can we afford to move to a bigger/more handicap accessible house?” Again, the answer was “no.” What’s perhaps most ironic about this is that our son’s condition is mostly why this move is so urgent, and yet the extra expenses related to his condition are what make the move impossible right now.

So many people seem to live under the illusion that special needs parents are so well financially supported because of the various benefits programs available. What’s true is, no, having a family member with special needs is costly, and the benefits programs only make it possible to keep the family member in the home.

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notlyra  asked:


14. Best methodist church handicap walkway railing to skate

probably the one that was only made because handicap accessibility became mandatory and is made out of old, sketchy af wood that they refuse to replace because its ‘too expensive’ when really they just don’t care

29. What does tony hawk hate

methodist church handicap walkway railings, furries, tony hawk’s pro skater 5

Faster Friend

ok as promised, its here, as always special thanks to my editor Tori who allows a dyslexic boy to post stories with no fear, and thanks to every single one of my readers you are lovely snowflakes who keep me going

if you like what you read please find and read my other works, old stories need love too.

Rating: PG for cuddles and vague references to sex

Characters: Tim Drake, Bart Allen, and Miles (original character)

Timothy Drake leapt from the top of the high wall at two in the morning onto the grounds of Gotham Academy for the Extraordinarily Gifted. GAEG is the kind of school you only get into if you’re top of the class or your crazy rich. Luckily for Tim he’s both, and The Red Robin. Ducking from shadow to shadow with his cape around him, Tim made his way to the Wayne dorm. Sliding around the side, he shot a rope up to the fifth floor, before he hit a button on the grappling hook gun and zipped up to the window in the top left of the dorm.

Crouching on the window ledge, he slipped his fingers into the small crack and slid the window open, pushing his upper body through into his room. Tim stepped out onto his bed, his eyes landing on his roommate Miles in the other bed. Miles’ hair in the day time was a soft puffy afro around his head, but it was braided tightly into cornrows for the night. A single dorm room would have been better for crime fighting, but Tim needed this room. He’d hacked GAEG’s computers to get it. There were a number of reasons, but the en suite bathroom was a big one. After a long night of crime fighting, the last thing he needed was to try to explain the bruises or stitches to a bunch of guys in a communal shower.

Another reason was that on the top floor, no one really bothered with bed checks, while Miles helped with that too. Tim easily could have assigned the boy to a different dorm, but Miles was the only student in GAEG who was in a wheelchair, and this was the most modern, handicapped accessible room on campus. He wasn’t about to throw a kid out like that, plus Babs would murder him if she ever heard, so he’d tried to sneak around behind his roommate’s back. The problem was that Miles wasn’t one of the rich kids, he was one of the smart ones, and in a few years the Ivy League would have a bidding war over him. Add to that he didn’t get out of the room much for anything other than class, as he’d joke being black and crippled didn’t make you friends at prep school, and he was a total insomniac, Tim only lasted six months before he was caught red-handed. Miles cracked a eye open and looked at Tim as he stood on the floor between their beds pulling off his mask.

“Your boyfriend is here,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.

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I wasn’t going to post this today but I got impatient, so here’s chapter 2 of Camp Mountain Ridge, my summer camp au!

“What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you can walk right?” Jack asked, laying back down.

“I’m not gonna walk,” Crutchie replied. “I’m going to run everywhere. And I want to go on hikes. And not just on the handicap accessible ‘trails’.” He held up his hands, miming air quotes.

“Just you wait, Crutchie,” Jack said. “Soon enough, we’ll be the greatest pair of trail runners Santa Fe ever saw.”

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: I got you

A few weeks ago, for whatever reason, my property was overbooked by only a few on kings, had plenty of two queens.

Some normal business travelling man had booked a handicapped accessible king, as they all usually do. (“My office booked it”, “I wasn’t paying attention” etc, etc). They don’t actually need or want it, so we always move it unless otherwise requested to keep those open for the guests that DO actually need them.

This particular guy had indeed booked it, so I moved him to a two queen. I informed him of this on check in.

He gets all grumpy and says, “No I booked a king, I want what I booked.”

I told him, “Actually sir, you reserved a handicapped accessible room, I have one available, I’ll get you in there.”

His demeanor changed, and he says, “No, that’s ok, I’ll take the two beds.”. And we proceeded with the check in.

By: Meowsmix3

Physically Disabled!AU

Kinda based off @faith-xx-love’s Hospitalization AU but also I have had this thought in my head for a while.

So the idea goes…

  • At the age of 10, Adrien and his mother were on the way to one of Gabriel’s fashion shows, his mother driving her own because she loved to drive and Adrien in the back adjacent seat so that she could see him in the rearview
  • But a drunk driver ran a light at top speed, smashing into the side of the car and causing a massive wreck
  • Adrien is nearly paralyzed in the accident. He can barely feel his legs anymore and has to be wheeled around in a wheelchair while his mother has fallen into a coma because of her injuries
  • Adrien’s father blames himself, thinking that if he had insisted they come with him in the first place or sent a driver than they would be fine. He becomes distant to his son, scared the fragile boy will break again
  • Adrien is isolated in this world and wants out so badly. Since he’s in a wheelchair, he thinks his father is shamed of him and blames him for the accident, locking him away in his room for years
  • Then Plagg comes along, drawn in by some uneaten cheese by the window when Adrien couldn’t eat, feeling too down
  • Plagg, tho, sees something in the boy (though he doesn’t say this - he just says the kid has good taste in cheese), and offers him a ring, a ring of freedom, if he agrees to protect the city.
  • Adrien puts it on, not sure if he’s delusional that a little cat is floating before him, but then he transforms and…
  • His legs. He can feel his legs completely and unequivocally again, no pain, no weakness, and he stands from the chair and just stairs in the mirror as a black-cat boy teenager stares back
  • Then he’s free, suddenly, flying across Paris more powerful than ever. Every night for a month, he experiments with his newfound abilities and is just free and always ever reluctant to return home to isolation and desolation and invalidness
  • Then he meets Ladybug.
  • Ladybug, who inspires him and is his first real friend (Chloe aside, but not even she has been by much, also too scared to harm Adrien since he has been wheelchair bound - he doesn’t blame her, but he wishes she’d come by more), and, soon, he’s in love with her confidence.
  • At home, at fifteen, after a year of knowing his Lady and fighting along side her, he asks, begs, his father to allow him outside these walls, to attend school. He does all the research, and the one Chloe attends is perfect (as it has to be for the mayor’s daughter), handicapped-accessible, great staff, the whole nine yards. Gabriel gives it weeks of thoughts until Natalie tells Adrien she’s picked up his books and he starts the following week
  • Adrien is overjoyed but panicked so he runs out to find Ladybug and BEGS her to tell him about her school, relaying that he’s been homeschooled all his life and doesn’t know what to do (Mari, at this point, has no clue who Adrien is and thus doesn’t mind telling Chat a few things - not identities but some things)
  • So when Adrien’s released from his car the next day, he wheels up to a side entrance early where the headmaster waits. He gets a tour of the school, where the elevators are and his schedule, which has placed him in the same classes as Chloe per Natalie’s request. He’s in a separate gym for disabled students, but that’s the only difference. Otherwise, he’s like anyone else there
  • Then he rolls into his first class and is in the bottom row, a section of chair/bench removed for him, and he meets Nino, a boy who had morning detention for forgetting to do his homework, and the two are fast friends. The rest of the class files in, and Chloe is hugging Adrien like “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU NERD?” (not in those words, totally uncool, but still) when two last students run in.
  • It’s a brunette, dark skinned girl helping along a girl with ponytails and, crystal blue eyes, and… and a prosthetic arm.
  • And Adrien is entranced by her
  • It takes a few days, but, during a class break, Adrien finally introduces himself, and the girls are Marinette and Alya. Alya is much a joy like Nino, but Marinette kind of stutters and is suddenly nervous.
  • See, Marinette has had time to develop a crush on Adrien because of how sweet and handsome he is (not that he knows the socially isolated boy)

Marinette’s story is like so…

  • She was born without her right arm from just below the elbow down. For most of her life, she had to struggle with being different and was often isolated by her peers.
  • But then Alya comes along and is her first friend because Alya is weird (stupid kids making fun of her glasses) and Mari is weird so they can be doubly weird and awesome together
  • And that’s how Marinette begins to find some confidence in herself - taking pride in what made her different
  • Since eight, she had always wanted to to fashion. Even with her handicap, she found her self drawing and designing pieces like a storm and even making a few of the simpler designs (learning how and adjusting her style based on her one-handedness and youtube videos)
  • When she was ten, she entered a drawing at a local mechanical college and found herself one of the few children to be fitted with brand new, 3D printed arms. She even got to pick the colors - red and black like a Ladybug
  • Now every few weeks she goes back in for adjustments, tests, and replacements because she signed on (well, her parents did) for this study so everything is cost-free
  • Then a little Kwami by the name of Tikki, seeing so much determination just under the surface, makes her the hero the city needs
  • As Ladybug, her arm suddenly feels like the other, moving more fluidly than any prosthetic she’s received thus far. She loves it, even as she knows that, if she peels back the suit, it’s still the same. She doesn’t mind, though, when she transforms back, because she also loves herself for her arm and how it makes her different
  • Chat is her partner, and she comes to adore his heart of gold and his lame puns and the fact that he has never, not once, treated her like anything less than a person (as sometimes people do when they see the prosthetic). He doesn’t know, tho, but it still makes Mari smile
  • Then she sees Adrien, the beautiful boy and son to her idol and she’s smitten by his kindness and entranced because he’s in a wheelchair, he’s weird like her
  • But now she can’t seem to get two words out without stuttering because holy crap this boy

And so begins the Physically Disabled!AU

So..... where's the outrage for us?

   This topic has been turning in my head a lot lately. I’m not sure how to put it into words without potentially offending someone but this is a topic that needs awareness and we need people to help us spread that this is STILL happening!

  What if I told you there are people in this minority who are physically barred from going into stores and businesses?

   People who die waiting for government care?

   People who are denied basic rights because of what they are?

   This hour to disabled people all over the country and the world. 50% of locations are not accessible to people in wheelchairs and with mobility issues.

     Disabled people experience police brutality without the police experiencing any sort of punishment. In Indiana last year? A man in a power wheelchair accidentally ran over a police officers foot. This police officer then SHOVED the man so hard by pushing his head that he KNOCKED over the powered wheelchair. These are made to NOT tip over.

   50% of locations are not handicap accessible. Even though in the USA we have the ADA it’s still done…. why? Because no one is standing up for people who can’t stand up for themselves.

    Some businesses don’t even try

Others give it a half assed shot (this wheelchair spot under the snow is NOT van accessible) and then people like the plow man fuck it up

Or the carts make it impossible to get through AND impossible to get out the mobility scooters the store provides

We are provided with the bare minimum and sometimes not even that. It takes on average 3-5 YEARS to finally get disability meanwhile a lot of us go without insurance and needed medical care. I think this country is hoping we’ll die before they have to pay us anything.

We are human beings and we are not a ‘drain on resources’ we deserve to go into the same stores and businesses as anyone else.

So do me a favor people of tumblr…… take a look around your town and I know it’s hard to consider something you’ve never lived but take photos of businesses without ramps. Places without accessible parking and then call the said business, call the head office if you must.

Help us have the ability to navigate in this walking person’s world…. please?

(note: I realize I addressed physical disabilities only. This is mostly because I’m not even in a place I can emotionally address mental disabilities currently. I will do another post at a later date.)


Bambu (Montego Bay, Jamaica) :: Elegantly perched on eight and a half acres atop this hill is Bambu, a grand six-bedroom private villa distinguished by its classic architecture and appreciated by discerning vacationers. Bambu was designed by architect Robert Hartley in the early 1960’s as a unique melding of West Indies architecture and Italian Venetian style. Its Palladian arches, dramatic central pool, Italian sculptures and breathtaking view make it one of the most photographed homes in this collection. 

With multiple dining areas take advantage of the spaciousness and vast views from this special property. Breakfast at the river is a marvelous way to start the day. Cocktails on the terrace over the bay and dinner in the gazebo feature one of the most beautiful nighttime light shows in the world.

Multi-million dollar renovations of interiors and grounds have resulted in an impressive facelift of this elegant grande dame. Today its modern comforts and infrastructure mesh with Bambu’s original Euro charm and glamor. As designer Charles Faudree wrote when it was featured on the cover of Veranda magazine, Bambu is the “….blending Old World elegance with New World comforts.” Its newest folly is an open-air garden shower and bathtub outside a small hideaway bedroom downhill from the main house … with a nine-mile view across Montego Bay.

Notable also are Bambu’s sprawling grounds and gardens… a lush and lavish tropical paradise, with natural stone pathways that wind through gardens to unexpected terraces for private quiet times.

With handicap access in mind, a separate entrance designed specially for guests in wheel chairs features a ramp to a level entrance to the villa, avoiding all stairs. The Bambu pool features a broad 4" deep wheel chair platform as well. This shallow water platform is also a thoughtful, safe pool area for toddlers.

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Grace and Trevor were new to the high school. It was their first day and they parted ways to head to their first classes. 

Grace used her cane to find her way there. It was halfway through the semester and she didn’t know her way around this school. She listened intently to everything around her and she was led to her English classroom by a teacher and then to her seat. She had the only empty seat. It was in the front of the room next to a boy named Orion who hadn’t arrived yet. 

Trevor found himself wheeling into a biology classroom where he was the first one to arrive. He wheeled past a girl standing outside the room making out with a boy and then took his position at the handicapped accessible lab table in the back of the room. A few minutes later he was joined by the girl from outside.