Every Monday through Thursday, I go to school. I park in the parking garage, take the elevator to the second floor from wherever I am, roll less than 300 yards into the building, 100 yards more to the elevators, go up, and both my classrooms are right outside the elevator doors. This is an extremely short trip with only a few minutes ever actually standing near anyone. I want to emphasize how little time it takes me. And yet, without fail, someone always asks me “What happened to your leg?”
Or, “Are you okay?” “I hurt my leg once.” “Is it broken?” “How long have you been in the wheelchair?” “How long until you can walk again?” No one ever says “hello” to me anymore. On Tuesday, we were working in partners in math class. It was nice, I ended up with someone I’d spoken to before who I liked. So, I wouldn’t have minded a question about my legs from him as much as from a total stranger, hell, I expected it. I noticed him staring at my foot propped up on the leg of the wheelchair and tried to focus on the worksheet. But, I was waiting for it. “Are those All Birds?” he asks, “I’m thinking about getting some.”
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Deenah
11/5/2019 11:30:02 am
I love my Allbirds!!!!
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