Wheelchair Experience
The morning of my wheelchair experience started like any other morning except for the fact that I was transferring into a wheelchair before I went to class. The transfer from the bed to the chair was difficult seeing as I couldn't walk over and sit down. I eventually got in the chair and started to roll myself out the door. This is where I encountered the first problem. The door frame was only barely big enough to allow me to get through in the chair. I would notice that this would be the case for the rest of the experience.
I eventually rolled out the door and onto the sidewalk in preparation for going to my first class. One of the things I noticed is how uneven the sidewalks are and how many cracks and divots there seem to be. I was never attentive to this fact while walking because it didn't make much difference in my stride. However, the wheelchair forced me to notice this as I tried to propel myself up and over cracks in the ground. I was able to get through the "sidewalk of death" and into Jepson where my first class was.
Safe to say my teacher that day had no idea what was going on; me entering class in a wheelchair and all. Yet, he didn't mention anything to me or ask me about my situation, which was just fine with me. I stared off into space for about 50 minutes until class was over and then mosied along out of class and off towards lunch. I decided to eat at Pandini's seeing as it was the closest thing on campus to a restaurant. The only problem with Pandini's is the close proximity of the tables to one another. Navigating through the small spaces proved difficult by not unmanageable.
After lunch, it was decided that I roll through the grass to check that off my list. This was much easier said than done. First of all, the grass was damp which increased my likelihood to fall forward on my face. Second, it hadn't been cut in a while which made the trip through it take forever. Suffice to say my forearms were crying by the time I got out of the grass and back onto the pavement.
That was pretty much the overview of my wheelchair experience. I, as well as my forearms, definitely have a new respect for the difficulty of piloting a wheelchair, and I only was in it for about 3 hours. I can only imagine what it would be like to be in a chair for a much longer period of time (i.e. life).