I can see both sides of this, and good points have been raised all round, especially Nocturnus. I can also see why, even if it is your device that you own legally, and paid in full, why they would want to keep people off of it. What if, unbeknownst to you, someone came and messed with your phone while you were out, and broke it, either by dropping it, or updating it or something else. OK, sure the chances of that happening are low, but if such a thing were to happen, the school would probably have at least some liability there. So if they tell someone not to touch someone else's stuff, its just them protecting themselves legally.
I do not like a lot of rules, and refuse to put myself in a position where I would be expected to follow someone else's rules. That's why I'm grateful my parents wanted me to do mainstream classes and I never went to a braille jail, which is an apt name because those places really are terrible from all accounts I've heard. I am an adult at 31 years of age, and I don't plan on it, but if I ever did have a child or god forbid, children, and they happened to be blind, i would not subject them to such a place.
I will relate a story from when I was 18. It was the summer leading up to my senior year in high school. My OVR counselor talked my parents into sending me to this camp. I didn't want to go, but my dad said well if you want to go to your friend's house this summer, you'll go. Anyway, I went there and it was the biggest waste of time I've ever spent in some type of educational program. My counselor straight up lied to me and my parents, as, when I got there, I discovered I was the only blind / visually impaired person there. The program was for people with learning disabilities, which I didn't have, so what they covered there was stuff I already know or did. It was a lot of stuff like study techniques, how to take good notes, and it was completely stupid from my point of view. The afternoons were spent outside doing something, and that was sort of fun, we went to a museum, this thing up a mountain where we went up a cable car and got ice cream, I don't really remember the other things. Anyway, They were pushing this school on us, and part of the camp was held there, but this school, while for adults, had so many rules it wasn't even funny. It was a college, and they expected you to eat at least one meal in the cafeteria a day, be in at like 10 at night every night, lights out and all this other stuff. I wrote that place off my list straight away, and I was already looking into colleges because my senior year, I put in a lot of applications.
This one guy who ran most of it, oh me and this guy got into it. I was coming down one night after being at the pool in the hotel they put us up in. I got some money from my dad to spend while I was there, and I was walking over to the soda machine, and he stopped me and said you're not allowed to buy from there, if you want a soda, you can come to our hospitality room. I was like straight up what the fuck? Keep in mind that this guy had no authority over me, I had already turned 18, a legal adult for like 3 and a half months. I didn't want to drink sodas and eat food and stuff in a room with a bunch of other people, I'm not really the most social person. I just wanted a soda, and I was gonna go back up to my room and watch TV until I went to bed. I got pissed and bought one anyway and took it up to my room. Then, a second time I was down there, me and my roommate wanted to order a movie. It was an R-rated movie, but both of us were 18, so I went down to order it at the front desk, and out walks this mother frigger out the elevator and starts interrogating me. He was trying to tell me I wasn't allowed to order a movie, I was like ex, fucking, scuse me? And we had this big thing over it and I was just like to the lady just order it, I have the money to pay for it. Now, had me or my roommate been under 18, I wouldn't have said anything, it was an R-rated movie, but we were both adults, so this guy trying to tell me I couldn't order it was absurd. He actually didn't care about the fact it was an R-rated movie, he didn't want me ordering movies at all. Like, listen, I know you guys foot the bill for the program, and that includes the hotel, but I'm not gonna order a movie and not pay for it, sheesh.
Then, worst of all, it was the final night, this thing was only four days long, thank god for that small miracle. Housekeeping had been in, and they always put the remote on top of the TV. I sat on the bed and reached over to the night table where I'd left it, realizing it wasn't there, so I got up out of bed, and went and got it off the top of the TV. And, before people start screaming about how can you put stuff on top a TV, this was 2004 bruh, flat screen TV's weren't all over the place, this was a CRT. Anyway, got the remote, put it on the table and sat in bed. I shrugged outta my clothes and threw them on the floor, and went to swing my legs up and over, and fell and wacked the side of my head on the corner of the table. Damn did that ever hurt! But it wasn't really a sharp corner or anything, so I didn't really think anything of it and just laid back down in bed, except, after a while, my head felt weird, like sticky stuff in my hair or something, so i looked, and the whole pillow was covered in blood. I went into the bathroom to try to assess the situation and realized it was pretty bad. My head was sort of dented where it hit, I guess it was a harder impact than I thought. It was bleeding profusely, and my roommate freaked... the hell... out. I wasn't really bothered to be honest, that stuff doesn't really bother me. I did figure I'd probably have to go to the hospital for stitches though. He went running for the one guy, thankfully not that guy, one of the other counselors running the camp, and he woke up the 3 pack a day old lady who chainsmoked like a damn chimney, and she got my insurance information, and me and the dude walked the few blocks over to the hospital. That was a damn pain in the ass, let me tell you. Infomercials on the TV, screaming babies and crap at like 12:30 at night, and I don't even get seen for like an hour and a half. The nurse comes over and gives me a pad to put on it, etc. and they have to keep changing it out because it keeps bleeding. Anyway, the doc finally sees me, and cleans it up and puts four staples in my head. That shit hurt, each one hurt worse than the one before it. It was like, after 2 in the morning until I got out of there, I was dead tired, annoyed because of people being loud and stuff, and I went into the room, the roommate was still up... I can't even figure that, but he was, and I went to sleep and zonked out until the next day. Then my dad shows up and the lady tells him I had a little accident, making it sound like I pissed my pants or something. I''m sure my dad was thinking WTF?
Well, they gave me a staple remover to take to my doctor in two weeks in case they didn't have the correct size one. This thing wasn't in my town, it was like 3 hours away. I hate going to the doctor's like, really bad, so I say to my dad, why don't you just take them out. So that's what we do. He gives me a towel to bite on, and that hurt 10 times as bad going out than coming in, again, one hurt worse then than the next, until he off-handedly remarks that he thought he was using the tool wrong. The fourth one came out no problem, didn't even fell it. He cleaned it up and that was the end of it, but yeah, that camp... sucked!
Facts with Tom MacDonald, Adam Calhoun, and Dax
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