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May. 29th, 2013 01:27 pm(1) "Hi! If I'm remembering correctly, [rooms you've scheduled me in for exams in college] don't have level access, so I won't be able to get my wheelchair into them. Is this correct?" (The person in charge changed my room assignments within ten minutes of me sending that e-mail, to be fair.)
(2) 8.15a.m. paper. Last time they tried that I slept through it. (They are now working on doing something more sensible.)
(3) First paper yesterday. 1.30p.m. We got to 1.25p.m. and there was no sign of any invigilators. "Hmm," says the other person, "I'm going to go and see if they're by the rooms up the stairs." YEP. THAT IS WHERE THEY WERE.
(4) Exam coordinator walks into my exam room, twenty minutes in, and engages me in conversation. About how I've got food out on the table. And they'll get in trouble if the proctor sees it. "Um," I said. "Food is in my exam arrangements. Because I need to take painkillers regularly." "Erm," she said, "I'll go and double-check." And left. And didn't come back. Did I get back that time? NO I DID NOT. Did I get back the time from seething over it? NO I DID NOT. I ended up using some of my rest break time to seethe about it.
(Actually things are going pretty well at the moment, by and large! But. I am still kind of impressed by the number of things that have gone wrong, given that I have been in active communication with everyone in college I could think of about my access needs and special arrangements since November.)
(2) 8.15a.m. paper. Last time they tried that I slept through it. (They are now working on doing something more sensible.)
(3) First paper yesterday. 1.30p.m. We got to 1.25p.m. and there was no sign of any invigilators. "Hmm," says the other person, "I'm going to go and see if they're by the rooms up the stairs." YEP. THAT IS WHERE THEY WERE.
(4) Exam coordinator walks into my exam room, twenty minutes in, and engages me in conversation. About how I've got food out on the table. And they'll get in trouble if the proctor sees it. "Um," I said. "Food is in my exam arrangements. Because I need to take painkillers regularly." "Erm," she said, "I'll go and double-check." And left. And didn't come back. Did I get back that time? NO I DID NOT. Did I get back the time from seething over it? NO I DID NOT. I ended up using some of my rest break time to seethe about it.
(Actually things are going pretty well at the moment, by and large! But. I am still kind of impressed by the number of things that have gone wrong, given that I have been in active communication with everyone in college I could think of about my access needs and special arrangements since November.)