Today was a college trip to the cinema (I know, best thing ever) and I thought everything was sorted... The college can't allow me to take one of their wheelchairs outside of the grounds which was fine because I have my own... the only problem is that it's a self-propelling wheelchair and I'm still not very well from both the car accident and the oscopy.
I told the LSAs (Learning Support Assistant) that I couldn't push myself today so I fore-warned them and yet again I reminded them this morning...
A few minutes before we all left for the trip Pooey McPooson (the woman in charge of disabled students) came and found me and started yelling at me for not telling them before hand; when I told her I did she said "Well, I going to check that", she continued to yell at me and she said "I should not let you go on this trip but your teacher has kindly offered to push you". She made me feel thoroughly disabled and small.
On the way there I think I was kind of rude in the cab. My teacher came with me in the cab but a mix of being yelled at, being hurty and loads of bumps in the road lead me to tears so I put my earphones on and stared out the window whilst I cried.
When I got there my teacher, who I usually find annoying and pooheaded, came to check on me and I started crying again. He told me not to worry about it and I apologised and he said that I had nothing to apologise for.
On the way back I was my normal cheery self with two of my other teachers chatting away. I told my mum about it when she picked me up and she felt she had to complain... everyone agreed with her (it seems noone likes Pooey McPooson) and they were sympathetic about it all and it seems I got the boss of the LSAs in trouble too... Thing is she, Pooey McPooson, is his boss so there's nothing he could do but he and they empathised.
*huggle* to everyone!
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