I'm back at school now, and have been back for about a week. Am tired already. Am tired of advocating for myself- sending e-mails to make sure my classrooms are accessible, making sure I can use my laptop in class, making sure the elevators are working...
Oh, elevators. There is one which controls my access to two of the buildings in which I have class- It's been working on and off since I started school on Jan. 8, and today was an off day. And I realised, as a first year student with a disability, sobbed on my shoulder about how not fair it was that the elevator was broken, that I just wasn't there anymore. I've been at uni for 10 tems now. Elevators have broken before my career at uni, will break after my career at uni. I will just sit back and wait for them to fix it. I don't care about how 'fair' or not it is anymore.
There are really days I feel tired of fighting.
And then I read a post like J's
And I think that if that little dynamo can be so courageous- I just might have one more letter or signature in me.