All afternoon I have found myself wondering where that cruel schoolteacher who made fun of my eyes is now. Did she continue in education, espousing brittle normativity with the smug cocksure ness of able bodied culture? Is she still in a classroom? How scary to imagine! Where are you, you callow, mean spirited teacher? Do you ever imagine the harm that’s yours?
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Location:Syracuse
Planet of the Blind 
Teachers should have one full class in college titled, “The Weight of What You Say”. People with disabilities almost expect idiotic and cruel gobbledy-gook from a certain percentage of the general public, but to hear a teacher spewing it is the pits. I have had teachers that made my life miserable (and I’ve also had teachers who were like small, miraculous islands of comfort and sanity). But I don’t think I’ve ever had one that actually made fun of me — that’s so low. Mrs. Von Isser took me outside the classroom and shook me really hard once after I told her (in a soft and weary voice at the back of the classroom during a particularly tedious math lesson) to “shut up.” One of my more morally upright classmates reported me on the spot. Shaken 3rd grader syndrome? That could explain a lot.
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