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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
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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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