The first day of school was filled with the typical nervous excitement. Fifteen students, all between the ages of thirteen and seventeen, had shown up to the class.
As the bell softly chimed, Twilight walked into class. "Good morning, everypony! How's everyone feeling? Nervous? Excited? So am I! Let's start by getting to know everybody, okay?" She looked around the room. "I want to make one thing clear. Everyone here has some form of physical. psychological, or mental condition, so any bullying will result in immediate nonnegotiable discharge from my academy. Are we understood?"
The assembled ponies nodded.
"Good. So, why don't we start with me, your teacher? I'm Princess Twilight Sparkle. I used to have relatively severe OCD, but I was treated for it and now only have mild OCD." She pointed to a young white unicorn with a silver mane sitting on the right side of the front row. "How about you?"
"I, uh...I'm, uh, Swar-Swarvoski...and I-I have c-cerebral pal-palsy."
"For those of us who don't know, that's a group of non-progressive, non-contagious motor conditions that cause physical disability in development, particularly in the areas of movement and speech."
"Y-Y-Yes."
She turned to the next student, a unicorn with cloudy eyes, a silver coat and a sea-spray blue mane. "What about you?"
It took a moment for the unicorn to realize she was being spoken to. "Oh! Um, I'm Stormy Sea...and I'm blind."
The introductions continued, eventually coming to the last two in the back. "And you?"
"Dinky. Dinky Hooves. I...the doctors tell me I have PTSD and misplaced aggression issues."
"Ah, I remember your application! It was the f-" She stopped herself when she remembered Sweetie Belle's inferiority complex and Dinky's superiority complex. She quickly switched tracks. "The last one I processed."
Dinky was visibly annoyed by this, but said nothing. Twilight smiled to herself. Her plan was working.
"And what about you? The one in the back with the pretty mane."
Sweetie Belle barely looked up. "You already know me, Twilight."
"The rest of the class doesn't. Introduce yourself."
"Sigh...fine." Sweetie Belle sat up a little straighter. "I'm Sweetie Belle. I have night terrors, anxiety problems, and paranoia."
"Very good, Sweetie Belle. You know, I processed your application first. It's good to have the sister of one of my best friends as one of my students."
"Well, I...thank you."
"All right! Now that we've gotten that all out of the way, I'm going to go over the curriculum for our school year. Everyone will learn at their own pace, and when everyone's done learning what you need to learn, you'll all take the exam at the same time. Does that seem fair to everyone?"
The class agreed.