College Blog: how my school almost got on the news... the bad way
How my schol almost got on the news... the bad way.. all because of one of my final exams.
so, today i had two sewing finals. a pair of "jeans" (well sort of) in Clothing Construction 2, and a pair of slacks or jeans or some kind of pants, in PatternMaking 2
now the important part is that for pattern making 2 we were making the pattern for the pants. from the measurements, not from slopers.. to fit "our model" which meant one of the first parts of the final was finding a model who could BE THERE on a wednesday at 1:30.
i ended up choosing my mom.
long involved story to be told later (it involves cursing creatively at unco-operative muslin and finding out the wool had some spandex in it)
anyway
my parents arrive ... mom, dad, and dad's service dog Buffy.
and the guard wont let "the dog" in
when we finally have enough of a FIT at the guard she says she has to call fort instructions (ok, so no one trained her on this.. no problem, right?) she tells whoever it was on the phone "some people want to bring their dog in!" and we end up having to try depserately to get her to tell whoever it is "service dog"
meanwhile mom has pulled out the assist dog training and Id card to no avail...
the person on the phone says no, then says they will call someone else.. we wait, they get called back.. and the guard is heard to say "no, aint none of them blind" while we TRY to say "service dog, hearing ear dog" and the guard once again says "they say you cant come in."
now.. you have to understand a few things....
ANYONE with a service dog is used to fighting for access. so pissing any of them off is a bad idea, especially since this is a FEDERAL law guarenteeing access.
but you are now involving two people who have worked with the disabled community for over 50 years.
my mom was on the Mayor's commision on disabilities...
Dad was the go to guy on deafness.
these are two "old people with a dog" who can, and will, have Mayors and Governers on the phone by the end of day... and who know people who know news reporters.
and thats never mind ME or my brother, who is currently sponsoring legislation in washington..... or their friends at the retirement community (which has more high powered people than i ever imagined in one place.
to say the least this was about to blow sky high
i ended up having to go up the stairs on my bad knees (oh..... did i mention that the ONLY elevator was out of order? has been for days? so no REAL handicapped access to the second floor where my classes are???)
and call the dean
now i didnt really WANT to talk to the dean. anyone who has been a student knows that talking to the dean because YOUR PARENTS are having some issue with security is no fun.
but neither is having the school on the ten occlock news....
so i am tearing into the office, out of breath, trying to get across to the man that this is about to go nuclear.. and i am sure all he hears is "student wants me to drop everything because of a door guard???!!!"
remains to be seen how this will work out, but the dean over ruled the guard and whoever she was talking to....
my parents managed to climb the stairs and see many of the class rooms....
Buffy found all the dog lovers and got tummy rubs....
and my parents got to meet a few of my teachers and see a critique. (while mom modeled my pants)
now i get to see how much fallout i get from this.
so, today i had two sewing finals. a pair of "jeans" (well sort of) in Clothing Construction 2, and a pair of slacks or jeans or some kind of pants, in PatternMaking 2
now the important part is that for pattern making 2 we were making the pattern for the pants. from the measurements, not from slopers.. to fit "our model" which meant one of the first parts of the final was finding a model who could BE THERE on a wednesday at 1:30.
i ended up choosing my mom.
long involved story to be told later (it involves cursing creatively at unco-operative muslin and finding out the wool had some spandex in it)
anyway
my parents arrive ... mom, dad, and dad's service dog Buffy.
and the guard wont let "the dog" in
when we finally have enough of a FIT at the guard she says she has to call fort instructions (ok, so no one trained her on this.. no problem, right?) she tells whoever it was on the phone "some people want to bring their dog in!" and we end up having to try depserately to get her to tell whoever it is "service dog"
meanwhile mom has pulled out the assist dog training and Id card to no avail...
the person on the phone says no, then says they will call someone else.. we wait, they get called back.. and the guard is heard to say "no, aint none of them blind" while we TRY to say "service dog, hearing ear dog" and the guard once again says "they say you cant come in."
now.. you have to understand a few things....
ANYONE with a service dog is used to fighting for access. so pissing any of them off is a bad idea, especially since this is a FEDERAL law guarenteeing access.
but you are now involving two people who have worked with the disabled community for over 50 years.
my mom was on the Mayor's commision on disabilities...
Dad was the go to guy on deafness.
these are two "old people with a dog" who can, and will, have Mayors and Governers on the phone by the end of day... and who know people who know news reporters.
and thats never mind ME or my brother, who is currently sponsoring legislation in washington..... or their friends at the retirement community (which has more high powered people than i ever imagined in one place.
to say the least this was about to blow sky high
i ended up having to go up the stairs on my bad knees (oh..... did i mention that the ONLY elevator was out of order? has been for days? so no REAL handicapped access to the second floor where my classes are???)
and call the dean
now i didnt really WANT to talk to the dean. anyone who has been a student knows that talking to the dean because YOUR PARENTS are having some issue with security is no fun.
but neither is having the school on the ten occlock news....
so i am tearing into the office, out of breath, trying to get across to the man that this is about to go nuclear.. and i am sure all he hears is "student wants me to drop everything because of a door guard???!!!"
remains to be seen how this will work out, but the dean over ruled the guard and whoever she was talking to....
my parents managed to climb the stairs and see many of the class rooms....
Buffy found all the dog lovers and got tummy rubs....
and my parents got to meet a few of my teachers and see a critique. (while mom modeled my pants)
now i get to see how much fallout i get from this.