The grey terminal blinked stubbornly. Refusing to write his paper for him....all he had left was his closing argument. After this he had that meeting with the schools precinct counselor.

'Maybe this is just my brains way of avoiding this....' Qynn blankly peered at the screen and realized it wasn't happening. Might as well get the meeting over. Maybe then his brain would start working again.

He smacked his arm against the terminal so it could scan his barcode and save the work. It chimed and he got up and stretched.

Then he felt it sweep over him. That familiar weakness and he swayed as the floor moved around. 'Well at least the meds are working, better this then the alternative.' Qynn gripped the kiosk and steadied himself. It only took moments and he started the check. Holding out his hand it seemed steady enough as he counted each finger back out loud. Just a little bit of slurring. A slight unsteadiness and the corners of his vision were a bit fuzzy.

Still...'Good enough.' he thought. Qynn closed up the kiosk and stepped out of the classroom. Time to do the thing.

Walking down the halls Qynn reminisced over why meeting Councilor Kevin was the last thing he needed. If anything the Councilor needed these meetings for himself. The last sit down had been illuminating if not for the reasons the Councilor intended.

Qynn had showed up on time and knocked on the door, the councilor clearly puttering around inside. The noise had stopped when he knocked so....it had been heard. And Qynn waited for what then became 15 minutes past the time he was scheduled. He raised his hand to knock again when the door was wrenched open with the incredulous face of the councilor peering at him with mock pity. "Oh Qynn your here! I'm delighted! I really dislike this tardiness it could be habit forming! Do try harder next time. Come in come in!" ushering him through. When Qynn stepped in he stopped abruptly as it seemed every corner in the room had foam pool noodles taped to them. Including the furniture which looked more like abstract art.

Kevin widened his eyes a smile forming, "Do you like it!? I want you to feel safe! The school board still doesn't know what triggers those falls of yours. We just want you to know while we have yet to receive any medical proof, we still take your claims seriously."

Qynn slowly turned his head and quietly asked, "And where are we supposed to sit? The chairs are....inaccesible. "

"Oh that's no problem! It was decided it would be better to sit on the floor. We can cover everything that way. A little posture training might do you some good anyways." Kevins smile had been growing wider the longer he spoke.

Qynn could feel his jaw starting to clench tighter. He breathed in and breathed out, imagining the end of these mandated meetings. There were only 7 left.

"Whatever works best sir."

A disappointed look flashed across Kevins face for a moment. Smoothed out not a second later, Qynn would have missed it if he not for the amount of time he'd spent with him.

"Okay then let's start Qynn. We have a bit to cover and I know the airtugs will stop running before we finish, don't want you out too long in that fog when you walk home."

Kevin sat down and patted the spot next to him. Qynn pointly sat across from him....which made Kevin pout.

'I swear only 7 more meeting left. I can do this.' Quinn smiled beamingly at the Councilor. "So what is first on the list sir?"

Kevin raised his eyebrow and cleared his throat, "Yes, excellent! Right to it then." He peered at Qynn, "So we still haven't entirely figured out how your testing sheets end up looking the way they do after you submit them. We've already run multiple checks over your barcode operation so it's nothing there, then we moved on to actual...." Kevins lip curled with obvious derision..."physical copies of the tests. And yet Mister Qynn when you submit it everything is fine. Yet when we pull it up to grade it.....everything is covered in graphite EXCEPT for the answer bubbles. Half of the board is convinced you're somehow completely screwing with us even after we've generously bent to using actual paper supplies to assist you. This is costing the school you realize that right? This ties into the other issues we need to cover. Do you have anything to share Qynn? Anything at all to assist us in moving on? At this point we don't really care how your doing it. We just need you to stop. Resources Qynn this is costing resources. The head of systems is still fielding questions about why we haven't resolved this and there's talk of incompetence on our end."

Qynn looked at Kevin and opened his mouth then closed it....several times. Trying to formulate an answer that wasn't something he'd repeated before.

"Well..." Quinn started, tamping down on the familiar frustration bubbling up, "First, I want to graduate Councilor. And I am very aware the school focusing so much on this is costing other students the attention they deserve. I don't have any idea about any of this. I have excellent scores on my written portions as well as physical demonstrations, it is only the standardized tests I have completed that aren't being factored into my final grades. I have the minimum credits necessary to graduate.

Yet you've told me point blank I'll be kept here repeating this year until the school figures out what is going on. I'm sure the board wants me to graduate as you said. This is an awkward situation....for everyone. And it isn't fair to my peers. I'm sure you don't actually believe this is my fault."

The councilor had a thoughtful look on his face so Qynn pushed himself to keep calm and continue.

"As it is this has impacted my work options post graduation sir. Let alone it's been made clear the school refuses to send any level of recommendation to a higher institute of any sort. So this dragging on is hurting my future directly. I want it done with just as much as everyone else."

Quinn leaned back feeling slightly a sense of mild accomplishment at keeping himself composed and not giving in. Kevins face was switching between anger and slight pity. He looked at Qynn and started speaking slowly, "We've covered alot over our time meeting Qynn so much even I forget some of it. You seem to have forgotten quite a bit of it too." Kevin held up his hands, "With how bad those falls of yours are...who knows what that does to your memory right?" Kevin let out a little chuckle and stood up. He looked down at Qynn and seemed to hesitate for a moment. "Somewhere along this ordeal you misunderstood something. While there are still a few faculty and a board member or two who....empathize with what happened before you got here they are in the minority and frankly at this point...." Before the Councilor could finish there was a knock on the door. He turned around and held up a finger, "One second we'll get back to that, I wasn't expecting anyone." Kevin opened the door.