@PokemasterGreen Alicia Wright listened to the orientation speaker with one hand holding her cell phone, thumb-typing notes, and the other on the armrest of her wheelchair. She was positioned at the end of a row of chairs, one chair having been removed to make room, near the back of the assembly. She could hear fine though, by virtue of PA speakers rather echoing the speaker's words through the auditorium. Her notes were infrequent, and typed with enviable speed into a simple notepad app. The speaker spoke about a sense of community, achievement, about accomplishing dreams and all that kind of school-politics jargon. Her thumb only moved when important info such as course registration cutoff, Administrative office hours, and other such things came up. It wasn't that she was only interested in academically relevant things, so much as that her notes were very academic in nature, and that when she went home to cross-reference and itemize them, she didn't want any nonsense about how many awards the school had gotten bronze in mixed in there. Still though, the last thing she needed was to come off antisocial; her mechanical moving apparatus already made her enough of an anomaly that people were slightly uncomfortable about approaching her anyway. And so when the call went out for freshmen volunteers to help organize the Kickoff Party, her slim arm shot into the air. The speaker acknowledged her with a point and a nod, and then scanned the crowd before doing the same to someone else "Okay! Two of you should be enough, and you guys stick around afterword for some more kind of behind the scenes information." he launched again into convincing students who had already applied, been accepted, paid tuition, and in some cases finished registering for classes that the school was a good choice. Alicia set down her phone, using the hand instead to brush stray bits of her straight, dark brown hair out of her face and stole a glance around the assembly. It was sizeable, for a relatively small school. There were probably a hundred or so people present, and god knew not everybody went to non-mandatory orientation meetings. She'd already helped herself to a tour of the campus beforehand, familiarizing herself with locations of elevators and access ramps, as well as the specific locations of her classrooms. Registration opened yesterday, and Alicia had gotten there early to ensure her schedule. As the speaker wrapped up, Alicia put her hands together for a few polite claps among the rest of the halfhearted applause, and then locked her phone, depositing it in her small purse before skillfully backing out into the aisle and making her way toward the front; against the tide, but she moved carefully enough that others could get around her no problem.