Once my friend Henry was accused of wearing wireless headphones by a substitute so she said for him to hand them over so he took them off and handed them to her. Then later on she asked him a question and he didn’t respond so she said it louder and he still didn’t respond. She asked why he was not responding and he said “I can’t understand you ma’am, you took my hearing aids.”
HOLY SHIT
one time we had a sub that was handing back papers and called my name. I asked if someone could grab it for me and she started mocking me for not even standing up. taunting me asking why I was not walking up to the front to get the paper myself.
my classmates went dead silent and after the sub’s laughter ended someone informed her that the wheelchair parked nearby belonged to me
I had a sub in English once, on presentation day. And everyone goes up and does their thing, and then its my turn. The whole time im stuttering and mixing up my words, having to stop and re-say my sentences. The rest of the class is used to this and claps. However, by the time its over, the teacher is 100% done.
Starts saying horrible thing about how im going to have to get over my ‘fear of public speaking’ and how she’s heard 8 year olds give better presentations (plus worse things but I don’t really member them). By then im in tears and on the brink of a panic attack, and then she starts telling me off for crying
The rest of the class is horrified. Then this boy stands up. He never been my friend and we never really got along, but he’d never bullied me. He told her in a pissed off, cold voice that in freshmen year I got a concussion and that I never really recovered from it, so all that was medical related and I couldn’t help it. Then he starts telling her off and the rest of the class joins him.
The teacher is mortified and tries to cover her ass, but the whole class walked out and that boy took me by the shoulders and we all walked to the principles office and told him what had happened. Lets just say she isn’t teaching anymore.
Also, turns out that boy had a sister like me, who couldn’t really speak. We’ve been best friends for 8 years and i’ll be his best woman at his wedding next year.
The moral is that Teachers, even subs, and adults shouldn’t scold kids before knowing the whole story, because shit like that can fuck up kids self-esteem for the rest of their life.
When I was thirteen, I had to have spinal surgery. When my doctor said I was allowed to attend school again, he said I had to use a wheelchair when on school grounds. My first day back at school, my special-ed teacher had put up a banner in her classroom that read, “There is no elevator to success. You must take the stairs.” I asked what that meant regarding my wheelchair, and she gave me detention for “disrespecting her authority”. The next week she gave us a homework assignment to design a poster that could potentially be used as a Public Service Advertisement. On the due-date, I handed this in.
My special-ed teacher was fucking OUTRAGED. She wanted me expelled for ridiculing her authority in front of the other students. The principal proclaimed my work to be “a masterpiece of satirical genius” and vetoed the special-ed teacher’s attempt to expel me.
Reblogging this post yet again, this time for the masterpiece of satirical genius. Hope the teacher got in trouble.
I have a story for this:
So, I suffer from PTSD due to witnessing my adoptive dad’s countless drug withdrawal Grand mal seizures since I was 6 (he still has them to this day). As well as PTSD from a car accident with my adoptive dad (he had a seizure in the car) I was in back in 5th grade (I was living with my mom at the time, since they’d gotten divorced when I was 8) . So I have anxiety whenever I get in cars, to this day, on some days I go into a full fledged panic attack.
So, back in 6th grade, we were going on a field trip, and there was two 6th grade classes but we would sometimes conjoin the class for a day once in a while, anyway, my teacher wasn’t there that day, so we had this substitute, who was horrid. We’d had her before through out Elementary school, since the previous city I lived in, was quite small (the population is only: 75,655). I was one of the kids that behaved so, she didn’t have a problem with me. So we all climbed onto the bus to go to this field trip, I could feel my anxiety picking up already. My friends, who know this, let me sit near the isle. We’re about 45 minutes into this ride and we’re in the crazy spaghetti bowl freeway and we’re all the way up on the top, and my anxiety has slowly built up, at this point, I’m starting to shake. And if you live in Utah, you know the roads are shit, so there’s a fuck ton of pot holes in the road. So we ended up driving over said pot holes, and they were pretty bad ones and the whole bus shook violently, making the others scream with excitement while I screamed in flat out horror before starting to hyperventilate. The sub who was sitting on the bus bench next to ours looks over and tells me. “Calm down, it’s just a pot hole.”. I didn’t want to be a brat, so I just nodded and trying to calm my hyperventilating. The next thing I knew, we’re all flung to the side as the bus sharply turns on this high ass freeway bridge, and I thought it was going to trip over, so I’m in a full-blown panic attack. And this sub was yelling at me to stop and ‘act your age’ (I’m fucking 12 at the time), which makes me go into more hysterics. At this time, the other 6th teacher comes back to see what the hell is going on, and my friends explain what happened, and why it was, and he was furious. We all end up stopping at a gas station so I can calm down. The other teacher ended up calling the school and my mom to tell them what happened before he called a taxi to pick up the sub to take her home. He ended up taking all of us to the field trip by himself (and the volunteer parents). The next day and pulled me aside at lunch and told me that everything was going to be okay, and that I’d never have to go through that again and he let me just hug him and let me vent and cry as much as I needed. I’m very thankful for this man.
Not all disabilities have to be physical, a lot of us, have mental ones. I suffer from PTSD and chronic depression. But just because you have a disability, doesn’t make you less human, you are beautiful just the way you are. You are perfect, you are you. And if anyone says otherwise, then fuck them.
Eclipse's Transformers Headcannons 