You are sweet :)

You may be happy to know that I still use her name as a random pejorative. If I get cut off in traffic, or the internet’s running slow, or whatever, I’ll say something along the line of “Damn it, Phyllis!” (Shaunta’s probably heard this a million times by now.)

So her legacy lives on in my life.

But for every teacher like her, there’s one like my astronomy professor in Victorville. We had class in the planetarium (which, funny enough, didn’t work, so we never used it.) But it had all of the stadium seating tilted back at a really weird angle. He (very politely) offered me the ADA desk, and that was my place. It was very nice.

I should have been more proactive, definitely. And that’s on me.

The problem is, I’ve always figured that you had to have special permission or something from the disability office or something to use those seats. And, while I’ve certainly been fat my whole life, I don’t have any kind of disability documentation (no handicapped placard, etc) that I could take to them — and no official diagnoses for anything other than high blood pressure and Major Depression.