Novel & Cerita I Became The Academy's Disabled Student

Vada turned to her side and supported her face with her arms, Liam still held the ice towel between her thighs, this time, dabbing in a circular motion. "He was my senior at Stanford, two classes top." "So....? You are a doctor?" "Nah. Almost, I missed my PHD training program exams." "Why?" Vada felt bothered and concerned. "I got sick, so sick I had to leave school for home for proper medical attention, when I got a little bit better, the program exams became a history that I missed out on. But I got lucky because of my discipline, grades and intelligence, I was given the grace to start from second year."

Just because I'm physically challenged doesn't mean I'm not able to do the same things that people who can walk do. Drake must have seen the face I pulled at Archer because he jumps in with, "Just because Jace is physically disabled doesn't mean he can't do the same things as those of us who have full use of our legs." Oh no, Drake is pissed, this isn't good.

Taylor answered, keeping his voice casual. Adrian studied him and asked, “What’s your name, young man? I don’t recall receiving an application from someone with a disability.” Taylor glanced down, realizing the misunderstanding. He stood up, answering, “I can walk just fine, sir. But to be a good wheelchair basketball coach, I need to walk the talk. I’ve been practicing for the past two hours.” He extended his hand, saying, “Taylor West, sir.” An assistant approached Adrian and whispered something in his ear.

The man crossed his arms and cocked his chin proudly, showing off his massive pecs. "I am an examiner from the Royal Academy of Nebula, Physical Education teacher, and especially C-class Warrior: Galviol." "A... An examiner?! So you're the one sis said... I mean the one who will take us to the academy?" "Yes, consider yourself lucky, it's rare that the academy sends an actual teacher, and what's more a Hand, to pick up new students. But since you have quite the reputation, we got a little out of our way." Hope flinched.

"The Academy only accepts people with strong connections..." "Then what am I? Non-existent?" "Wha- of course not, Sir! Our programs are pretty good and we will make sure to pay special attention to her now that we know she's related to you." "Yes, well, that's your problem. Your inability to ensure safety for your students has caused my granddaughter to be targeted by someone you praised as a good student. I wish I could say it was nice knowing you, however, I've had a better reception at the bank."

"Ms. Moreau, given the severity of his condition, are you certain St. Augustine is the right environment? We don't have a full-time medical staff, and our PE requirements are quite rigorous—" "Iniko is a straight-A student who reads at a third-grade level despite being in kindergarten," Ambelyn interrupted. "He's in your genius track program because he's intellectually advanced, and he deserves to be challenged academically. His heart condition doesn't affect his mind. He just needs reasonable accommodations, which I'm confident your staff can provide." The principal hesitated, then nodded slowly. "We'll make it work. I'll personally speak with his teachers and the PE instructor to ensure ev

Lisa continued probing. Yanny hesitated slightly before explaining, "Because I wear a hearing aid. I'm disabled, and they said I should go to a school for disabled children. I shouldn't be here. They say Mom must have done something terrible in the past, which was why I was born with a disability."

Nodding slowly I sniffled and said, “Can you please send me back to the Academy immediately. Ian wants me dead and doesn't believe that I didn't have a part in this.” Giving me a disappointed frown he nodded and sighed. “Let me grab your things and I will drive you back myself,” he asserted. “Can you inform the principal that I want to return to the dorms?” Furrowing his brow he asked me why. “I just want to be a normal student and not have privilege,” I said with an uncomfortable swallow. “Well let's hurry so I can speak with Ian about his daughter and what she has done. Trust me it's not any of your fault so I don't hold any guilt,” he asserted as I narrowed my eyes and frowned sadly.

Jack was beaming. After graduation, I joined a nonprofit that helps children who came out of places like the academy. Some of them couldn't speak anymore. Some couldn't cry. Some couldn't get angry. When they arrived, their eyes had no light. I sat in front of them. No commands. No instructions. I just waited. Waited for them to speak on their own. Waited for them to walk out on their own. Waited for them to remember who they were. One day, a fifteen-year-old girl was brought to me.

Alexander didn't understand why people cared so much. The last time he had seen Ms. Knight was the day he graduated from the academy. As a top student, she was involved in all the school events. She and a few other students would help organize and volunteer for such events. Professors would pick and choose these volunteer students based on their ranking within the academy. Top students should excel both inside and outside the classroom, one of the school's many philosophies.