I was quite stubborn and pig headed and was pretty determined that, you know, I was going to do my degree and my epilepsy wasn't going to get in the way and I wasn't going to need any extra help and, you know, I kind of refused any attempts that anybody ever tried to give me to have any help. So for the first year of my undergraduate degree I really struggled. I would miss classes. I wouldn't have any help. There was no way of kind of catching up on the work other than borrowing friends' notes, which they'd get a bit peed off about after a while. And my examinations were really difficult because I had to sit for three and a half hours and do a paper. And for the law degree, there wasn't really much coursework and it wasn't modular, so you'd work all year - or not work all year - as the case was, and then, your whole assessment was based in three and a half hours foreach subject at the end. So it wasn't really ideal, but I kind of learnt my lesson and I was persuaded that, maybe I did need a bit of help. So I applied for my disabled student's allowance and got a swanky computer, and loads of equipment, and some money to help with photocopying and buying books. So that meant I didn't have to be restricted to library hours, so I could work when I was well. And the law school organised it, so that if I missed a tutorial, then I could just go and sit in in somebody else's tutorial. I kind of had like a passport to, you know, get into any tutorial free. For lectures they started off by giving me a minidisc recorder, which was quite good as well in case I lost track of the lecture. Then I could go back and listen to it. But then I was kind of doubling the amount of work that I was doing to do my degree, that other students weren't having to do. Then they gave me a secretary, who would then type up the lecture notes for me. But the minidisc recording was never really very good and she used to struggle. I mean it would either be verbatim, which is a complete waste of time to trawl through all that, or she'd make her own notes, but not having done a law degree herself, didn't always pick up on the important points. So then they decided to give me a notetaker, who was a postgraduate student, who'd come to classes with me, and would make notes for me. So I would be there. I could look at what she was writing and nudge her if she wasn't writing the stuff I wanted. Or, you know, I'd just kind of say “Don't worry about that. I don't think this is relevant” things like that. So they're all kind of adjustments that they made in the end. Once I started to help myself.