A memory of my mom was just revealed through a talk I just did.
When I was in middle school, my mom wanted me to transfer to one of the best middle schools in NYC and would go every day to beg administrators to let me apply (even after the school year had started)
When I was in middle school, my mom wanted me to transfer to one of the best middle schools in NYC and would go every day to beg administrators to let me apply (even after the school year had started)
They basically ignored her until 9/11 because they were so distracted that they said yes just so she’d leave them alone.
They let her watch the news with them and then she went to go get us from school.
Fast forward to a week later and it was my first day at that school.
They let her watch the news with them and then she went to go get us from school.
Fast forward to a week later and it was my first day at that school.
The school admins looked at me up and down SHOCKED.
See, my mom neglected to tell them I use crutches and my mom neglected to tell me that THE SCHOOL WAS COMPLETELY INACCESSIBLE.
The staff were like “she can’t go here.”
And my mom looked them dead in their face and said
See, my mom neglected to tell them I use crutches and my mom neglected to tell me that THE SCHOOL WAS COMPLETELY INACCESSIBLE.
The staff were like “she can’t go here.”
And my mom looked them dead in their face and said
“Just give her extra time between classes, if you rescind admission on the basis of disability AFTER YOU SAW HER CRUTCHES you will have a lawsuit on your hands.”
This woman then TURNS TO ME AND SAYS “that’s why you’ve been practicing taking the steps. Have a great day sweetie.”
This woman then TURNS TO ME AND SAYS “that’s why you’ve been practicing taking the steps. Have a great day sweetie.”
Then she feckin left.
LMAO...
LMAO...
This is my mom and dad, btw... 
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