This MS is no longer a piece of cake.

No longer permits me to waddle through getting a bachelor’s degree.

No longer accepts Canadian crutches as a necessary means to attaning a Master’s Degree in English.

No longer lets me spin around on a miniscule scooter, flinging doors open and giving pennies to poor souls who desperately try to open an opened door.

Does not allow me to rule my little life from a more restrictive four wheel scooter.

Does not permit independent transfers.

Has long since taken way a 50-wpm typing speed.

Absolutely forbids more than a scratched “mark”.

Keeps me most of the time in this bed.

I don’t like this MS.