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One example of this is how our son got a place at college this year.
For a lad renowned for rocky self esteem and wobbliness under pressure, he has excelled and surpassed all expectations and SPOKE POSITIVELY ABOUT HIMSELF and has been OFFERED A PLACE AT college for September 2011.
I have doled out much in the way of kisses and cuddles to him and as long as street cred was at no clear and obvious danger, WonkyLad allowed to be a soppy Mum! (accepting genuine affection is another issue for him- bless!)
There is hope for teen adoptees...!
However, Wonkywarrior needs to report further antics of "Oh gawd Mum You are sooooooooooooo embarrassing"... this is a way of unique contribution that only disabled mums can manage.
Wonkywarrior rang the college prior to Wonkylads interview and checked that the site was accessible and was informed, by cheerful lady, that both buildings were access friendly, linked with ramps suitable for traversing in her wheeled war chariot.
Because of this, flash wheeled chariot was not chosen (because I would have needed a taxi) but the knackered one off Ebay was deployed.
So, with the words "access friendly with ramps-a-plenty" ringing in my ears we set off.
On arrival we discovered that the average gradient of the ramps is 1:3!
Accessed the lunch buffet (just) and on to the interview which included a tour. "Its all access friendly" we are told and so gleefully we head off down a large and very steep hill. At the end of the hill the lecturer says the next bit is up a gravel path. I realise this is going to be impossible to manage. I dont want to embarrass Wonkylad and so I explain I will meet him for his interview with the others at the end of the tour in the right building.
Wonkylad went off on the "tour" and I assure him I will be fine and to concentrate on his session see him in about 30mins in the main building.
Waiving goodbye, I realised too late this large hill we had come down I would have to go up.....
Wheeled chariot whirred hopefully the first 50m... then limped for another 25....chug whirr chug urrrrgh....chug... ugh. whir. ugh! Wonkywarrior welcomed herself with local teenage new mates who were spectating on a bench in the college grounds. I enquired gently how their muscles were and if they were up to shoving me up the hill! New Mates pushed WW up the hill!
These were very pleasant young men and they helped WW with no fuss...
Nearing the top of the slope Wonky realises that what goes up, must come down and stunning sideways slide (complete with variety of students as ballast) with added pirouette flash of genius resulted in rapturous applause by New Mates at bottom of hill. Its a long time since Wonky had a group of 18yr old lads chasing her!
Thankfully wonkylad was no where in sight to spare his blushed so when WW was safely ensconced in the bottom of stair well, thanks to new mate "Ollie" with the lift dead ahead she was feeling very pleased with herself indeed.
Wonkywarrior waved bye bye and thanks. She pressed the UP button on the lift request panel.
Nothing happened.
WW pressed it again.
nothing happened.
WW moved to look up the stair well- no obvious signs of life there... friendly New Mates at bottom of next hill.... ummmmm
Wonkywarriors powers were struggling to think what the hell she was going to do now as Wonkylads interview started in 10 mins.
Whilest pondering this, WW thought she might try the lift button once more and TINK! the lights went out!
"AAAAAgh!" WW yelled.
"Who the hell is that?" came a voice.
"Help!" WW replied.... nice (and very apologetic) lady from the offices above arrived with grovelling sorries and promises of instant estates man visit. Wonkywarrior sat in the stair well area, looking hopefully at the dead elevational device and waited....
Then! Wonkylad hoved into view with fellow hopeful college interviewees over the banister- several flights up.
**STAGED WHISPER FROM WW** "WOnkylad... WOnkylad! I'M STUCK" Wonkylad looks quizically around. Remembering his mums instruction to "concentrate" he ignores the strange voice."WONKYLAD- LOOK DOWN" Wonkylad looks at his left shoe and thinking breifly he has finally gone loopy- he thinks "shoes dont speak" and turns round to glimpse what looks like his Mum...
WW did take a while to get Wonky lad to note her location and the look of stunned horror to see WW in wheeled chariot at the bottom of 4 flights of stairs gave rise to the following comment "Impressive"
WOnkylad, being my wonkylad, then walked off.... oh dear! NOOOOooooooooo
Thankfully he came back once he had twigged this was not a surreal dream.
WW was eventually rescued by nicely spoken and rather tasty chap who she gently flirted with when being unceremoniously shoved up several ramps round 3 sides of the building.
WW wished to thank nice chappy on completion of Wonkylads' very successful interview.
Wonkylad lead WW to the office, warm thanks given and apologies for the lack of functional equipment delivered by slightly red faced staff WW smiled graciously, having not embarrassed son too much and closed the door to note she had knocked off the sign. On retrieval discovered the name of nice chappy....
PRINCIPLE Mr X X.
WW and Wonkylad found the level 5 booster and shot off down the ramp and off into the distance with offer letter in hand.
They wont forget us in a hurry will they?
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