Post by Mathilda Juliette St. James on Oct 14, 2013 19:49:32 GMT -8
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Mathilda took a deep breath. It was getting to be later in the evening and most of the students were leaving the academic buildings and heading off campus to unwind, see their friends, and otherwise live their lives. For Mathilda, the stress was not over. Once she was sure that the elevator was closed and no one had entered with her, she let herself lean against the back of the elevator. Slowly her hands made their way to her face, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to will away the ache in her head. She could feel her eyes stinging as her heart began to race and it became difficult to breathe.
What had she gotten herself into? Was this whole college thing really right for her? Was she going to have to give up and admit to herself that she wasn’t like everyone else? That she couldn’t do this? She had known it was going to be difficult, but she was beginning to worry that she’d reached her limit.
The blind teen was on her way to meeting her biology tutor on the top floor where the study rooms were. Biology was a class she needed only for general education and a subject that was especially hard for her since it was actually more visual than most people might realize. The tutor would help with reading the book, since it was not available in braille, homework assignments, and reading exams on test days.
All through school so far, she’d had one tutor, a woman who was much older than her to help with all of her subjects. Now that she was in college, the school had suggested that she have other students who were particularly good at the subjects she was taking help her for each class that the college would pay a small fee for her. This meant meeting several new tutors.
Guilt was something that Mathilda was accustomed to feeling, though, she’d never felt it in regards to a tutor before. Ms. Morrison had been trained to work with Mathilda and paid a good price to do so. These poor students would be stuck with a blind girl and have to learn how to deal with her handicap on top of dealing with their own studies and stresses. She wouldn’t be surprised if the tutor who had been assigned to her instantly backed out when they realized just how strenuous working with a blind person could be.
There was a soft ding, nudging her out of whatever funk she’d found herself in, and she pulled herself together as she heard the doors open. It felt as though her joints were creaking, every muscle in her body already completely exhausted as she stood up straight. Another deep breath and she took her first few steps out, turning the corner sharply, and before she even had the chance to stretch her cane out in front of her, she collided with another person. From feel and smell alone, she could tell that the individual was larger than her and likely a man.
“I’m sorry...sorry,” she groaned, wincing and reaching out and slightly up, hand finding the person’s shoulder whom she’d just so ungracefully and accidentally attempted to trample with ease. “Are you okay?”
Mathilda took a deep breath. It was getting to be later in the evening and most of the students were leaving the academic buildings and heading off campus to unwind, see their friends, and otherwise live their lives. For Mathilda, the stress was not over. Once she was sure that the elevator was closed and no one had entered with her, she let herself lean against the back of the elevator. Slowly her hands made their way to her face, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to will away the ache in her head. She could feel her eyes stinging as her heart began to race and it became difficult to breathe.
What had she gotten herself into? Was this whole college thing really right for her? Was she going to have to give up and admit to herself that she wasn’t like everyone else? That she couldn’t do this? She had known it was going to be difficult, but she was beginning to worry that she’d reached her limit.
The blind teen was on her way to meeting her biology tutor on the top floor where the study rooms were. Biology was a class she needed only for general education and a subject that was especially hard for her since it was actually more visual than most people might realize. The tutor would help with reading the book, since it was not available in braille, homework assignments, and reading exams on test days.
All through school so far, she’d had one tutor, a woman who was much older than her to help with all of her subjects. Now that she was in college, the school had suggested that she have other students who were particularly good at the subjects she was taking help her for each class that the college would pay a small fee for her. This meant meeting several new tutors.
Guilt was something that Mathilda was accustomed to feeling, though, she’d never felt it in regards to a tutor before. Ms. Morrison had been trained to work with Mathilda and paid a good price to do so. These poor students would be stuck with a blind girl and have to learn how to deal with her handicap on top of dealing with their own studies and stresses. She wouldn’t be surprised if the tutor who had been assigned to her instantly backed out when they realized just how strenuous working with a blind person could be.
There was a soft ding, nudging her out of whatever funk she’d found herself in, and she pulled herself together as she heard the doors open. It felt as though her joints were creaking, every muscle in her body already completely exhausted as she stood up straight. Another deep breath and she took her first few steps out, turning the corner sharply, and before she even had the chance to stretch her cane out in front of her, she collided with another person. From feel and smell alone, she could tell that the individual was larger than her and likely a man.
“I’m sorry...sorry,” she groaned, wincing and reaching out and slightly up, hand finding the person’s shoulder whom she’d just so ungracefully and accidentally attempted to trample with ease. “Are you okay?”
