Mission report: Stage 1 successfully accomplished, Stage 2 ready to commence.
Soon after my meeting with the principal and the supervisor, we decided to resume school (of course, not from where I left off but from wherever the current students were). All I had to do was wake up early every day like I used to and get accustomed to normal school life again.
Who was I kidding? Of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy, right?? There has got to be some catch. Of course, there was one! And it wasn’t going to be that simple and an easy win-win for all.
Once again, being very cautious in our approach as we proceeded to venture out of the “safe-zone”, we decided that a few crucial aspects of my newly restarted school year would have to be specifically taken care of.
Well, one thing was for sure, the school bus was no more going to be the mode of transport for me in these early stages of getting back to school. So, it was decided that either my mother or father would drop me to and pick me up from school.
Then there was the problem of my exhaustion, stamina being on an all-time low. Unsurprisingly, I couldn’t attend a full school day. So instead, with the permission of my school and teachers, it was decided that, to begin with, I would stay for only 4 hours instead of the regular 6, and gradually build up my stamina until I could manage to get through the regular 8 hours of a school day.
And let’s not forget the largely looming threat that was still hanging like a sword over our heads, my seizures. Even though we had completely briefed my school’s medical staff and classmates with my emergency medical procedure in the event of a seizure, we felt that, for safety purposes, it would be better if my mother stayed in school for the entire duration while I was there… handling a seizure is very difficult for someone seeing it for the first time, and better safe than sorry, you know.
The best part was, that amidst all of the safety and precautions and anticipation/care being taken, my school was extremely co-operative and supportive all throughout. They made sure that every last detail was taken care of and each and every last safety precaution given by the guardian of ages (my mother) right to the full-stop adhered to. And so, we began my final year in school once again… but how would I end up this time?? We didn’t know… yet another leap of faith. Let us see what happens next…
