In the first term of the Master's Program I did well, winning both the Prince of Wales Scholarship (a Canadian Legion Scholarship for disabled students pursuing post-graduate education) and a Graduate Student Award for placing among the top ten in marks. The two monetary "gifts" did a great deal toward easing my financial worries. Unfortunately, the after-effects of my injuries and incidental illnesses along the way still combine to make it tougher to reconcile what I've lost or to continue what I've started. A flare-up of accident injuries and the sudden onset of various allergies meant I had to take this past school year off. I was even too ill to write two final exams in April of 1995. Five operations later and the receipt of A Soroptimist Foundation of Canada's Grant for Women will make it easier to return to school this September

That I am not able to perform work, mental or physical, seven hours a day for even four days a week before lapsing into a semi-comatose state is still depressing, however, especially when compared to my pre-accident energy level, or to others my own age. A comparison with my ability to perform work a year post-accident (ten minutes a day) is more heartening. Two years post-accident it was twenty minutes a day. But I have not yet mentally adjusted to the fact that I am not able to keep up a "normal" pace all day, all week. The process of aging will no doubt soon come to be more of a factor, in addition to medical forecasts of increased disability. I hope, with the help of friends and relatives, to be able to turn this bleak future into more of a coherent whole, thus creating a worthwhile conclusion to a good beginning and a rocky mid-life.

Jane Warren is a native Nova Scotian who is working on her third university degree. She is a director and participant in a survivor support group with the Brain Injury Association of Nova Scotia and a member of the Metro Area Women with Disabilities. Jane is also a passionate bargain hunter and a white knuckle flyer who loves to travel


POETRY

the test

my teacher is a lady
she likes to wear a dress,
but why she wears it inside-out
we can only guess.

perhaps she wants to show us
that fabric has two sides:
the one you show off to the world
the other which you hide.

perhaps she wants to test us
to see if we're awake,
assess our growing language skills
with the comments that we make.

but really this is silly
it can only be one thing:
she simply quickly went to sleep
when she woke up this morning.

the lesson that i want to teach
is not to trust adults,
cuz they do things so inside-out
then say we make it up.

Zaffi Gousopoulos
Willowdale, Ontario



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