Weeks passed and I was finally getting discharged.
Teachers from school came to check up on me. Students also came to check up on me. Some came to apologize for the way they acted towards me, and some were just feeling pity towards me. And I guess I made some new friends?
The school principal and other board members of the school came to also check up on me.
They apologized for their ignorance and promised to be more vigilant to school matters.
As if that matters to me.
They wanted to offer me scholarship, but then realized I only had half of the semester left in school before I finally graduate.
And I couldn't wait.
Through out the past few weeks, I had gone through series of tests, meds, and exercises to help with my stiff muscles.
For the first few days after I woke up, I was treated like an egg. I wasn't to go anywhere without anyone's supervision.
You know, in case I have any ideas.
