When I left the Henry Viscardi School, I was giving up interesting people, supportive therapists, and wheelchair basketball for the unknown world of New York City public school. I knew it would be completely different from the insulated environment I was accustomed to — at HVS everyone was like me, severely disabled. It was intimidating to leave my seven classmates for rotating class schedules, packed halls, and new therapists who would need to learn about my communication system. It felt like the only way to the glistening pool was jumping off a cliff. I jumped.