The wheelchair is not empty!

So I don't have any new stories to tell- people have been shockingly cool. I thought I would tell you an old story. Let me preface this by saying that my college was awesome. 98% of my professors treated me like any other student- most learned to read my board so we could have conversations without an aide. However, I had to take a class for my major (so I couldn't drop it) and the professor was horrible. Now to be fair, nobody liked her. She rambled on and on about her personal life and often didn't discuss the assigned reading. But she ignored me completely. At the beginning of every semester I would privately meet with my professors to explain how I communicate, how I take tests, and just generally troubleshoot. For example, in my human anatomy class, there was a lot of hands on work with fake bones. Since I can't pick up the bones, my wonderful professor would show me on my body where the bones were. But even after multiple meetings with Professor Horrible where I showed her again and again how I communicate, she wouldn't talk directly to me, only to my aide. She would say, "Does Eva need more time on the paper?" My aide, in a faint attempt to get her to understand would turn her whole body away from the professor and would ask, "Eva, do you need more time?" Sadly Professor Horrible did not catch on. She wouldn't even look at me. Needless to say, I got practically nothing from that class. Loooooong semester.

Also, I just wrote an article for Disaboom on dog walking. Read it here.