tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466691337834051176.post2068959808221229667..comments2024-03-01T03:37:20.420-05:00Comments on I'M SOMEWHERE ELSE: small thingsAmanda Foresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04200794053287551087noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466691337834051176.post-75162165916589212352011-01-09T21:08:37.760-05:002011-01-09T21:08:37.760-05:00I read that post at Dave's blog as well and co...I read that post at Dave's blog as well and couldn't figure out why he thought it would offend people either. I really appreciated that he wrote about it, though, and thought it was a good post.<br /><br />Your comment about accommodations only including what was specifically agreed on beforehand made me think of how most job descriptions include a list of specific responsibilities and then usually have a bullet point that says something like "Other duties as assigned due to the evolution of the business."<br /><br />Perhaps there should be a similar agreement with the disability services office that they would provide other accommodations as needed when they arise.Aspergirl Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12922539030411975231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466691337834051176.post-26120318541147083152011-01-09T15:24:52.708-05:002011-01-09T15:24:52.708-05:00Yeah, I really relate to this, especially the part...Yeah, I really relate to this, especially the part about unexpected things throwing you off. I always ask my teachers a bunch of questions, probably for this reason. The good teachers enjoy the questions, or at least don't seem to mind them.<br /><br />Reading that Dave Hingsburger post reminded me of something. I was at school, and I walked into what I thought was my classroom, only to realize that I didn't recognize anybody in the room, and they didn't seem to recognize me. The door to the room was on the same side of the hallway and in the same position as my classroom. It turned out I was on the wrong floor. If I had been on the right floor, it would have been the right classroom. Fortunately, I realized my mistake fairly quickly, but it was still kind of alarming. I don't remember exactly why I was on the wrong floor. I probably had a class on that floor and just forgot to go downstairs or something.<br /><br />I don't know how common this is, but most of my nightmares seem to be the kind where I have to do something but I can't do it for some reason, and it's always something that should be really simple.Mtthwhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08044477052374837348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466691337834051176.post-84461701080836438812011-01-09T14:09:24.715-05:002011-01-09T14:09:24.715-05:00This is really interesting.
First off, it remind...This is really interesting. <br /><br />First off, it reminded me of my most recent trip where I took a Greyhound to the east coast during x-mas, and there was a part that got very stressful because my luggage had gotten lost and was found, but then the baggage people refused to put it on the bus because they had different rules for baggage handling than any other Greyhound station I had been to (including on that very trip). So I had to go back and get a baggage claim and hope they didn't leave without me. They said they wouldn't leave without me but you know how hard things like that are to believe at times. <br /><br />So then I went back with my baggage and its baggage claim and the guy was still not putting it on the bus! And then he wandered off, came back, <em>finally</em> put it on the bus, but now the door of the bus was closed and I couldn't get on! <br /><br />And this was when I started seriously freaking out and biting my hand. But apparently the bus driver wasn't on the bus yet, so it wasn't going to leave without me. But it was still freaky, you know, because it was <em>off script</em>. I was close to panic. <br /><br />Um, I finally got on the bus. Obviously. But yeah. It was one of <em>those</em> thing where my 'normal' facade cracked. And it's always embarrassing because it's like people can see how much of a little kid I really am inside.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com