Tell me to drop the class if I don't like your rules, okay then you'll lose five students and your job.

So, when I was a freshman in college, I registered for a basic English 102 course,

that doubled as a humanities credit.

I thought, great, two birds, one stone, despite the rate my professor for this glass

being abysmal at best.

A few things to note, I have ADHD and dyslexia, B's, D's, P's and G's, so I have a hard time

reading most times, but especially handwritten stuff, even my own. It's also important to note that I had an ADA allowance on file,

meaning I get some permissions to allow me to take classes and function as normally as possible.

These permissions included use of my tablet during class, to write notes and about an hour longer on tests.

Well, first day of class, the professor strolls in with the arrogance and snobitude of someone who thinks they're getting tenured this year.

He starts talking, going over the syllabus and says,

there will be no phones, laptops, or technology of any kind in my class.

You will write all your notes by hand, which isn't going to work for me.

So I raised my hand and ask him if I can talk to him privately about the rule.

That went over about as well as a lead balloon, and he starts getting snippy and says,

anything you need to talk with me about can be found in the syllabus.

But again, I said that I needed to talk to him and that it was pretty important.

Finally, he just says to say it to the class.

He doesn't have time to take out to deal with whining of any kind.

Like, okay, dude. So I say that I'm dyslexic and need my tablet to do the notes and read the assignments.

And that my ADA permissions are on file and emailed to all my professors before class.

He says, yeah, I saw the email, but I don't care.

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