Last 'real' lecture

We had our last real lecture on Friday.
I wonder what the tally board of 'lectures Vic has missed or skipped' looks like. Over six years I can imagine I have missed hours and hours and hours of lectures.

To be honest it could add up to weeks straight of just lectures.

I get so fatigued, sick at least once a semester or have an attitude problem (do you really think that I'm doing to a lecture call "attitude to disability" and listen to you pretend like the attitude of people has really changed).

'sif.

I wonder if my class mates went to these lectures. If they did evidence of the inability to change peoples minds about treating people with "special needs" came, ever so tragically, when our lecturer could a poll of the room and asked who would treat someone with special needs differently if they had the same problem.
No. I clicked the second I had read the question.
80% of the class said yes.
My stomach just sank. Oh how easy it must be for them to say that when they do not know what it feels like to be labelled and treated differently for the same problem.
This was the first time my heart went out to this lecturer, as from her face, I could tell she felt she had failed in getting her message across.
The logic, you are different therefor, it is only logical to treat you differently. Way to strong in peoples mind sets.

I'm worried, as these people are health professionals.

I put my hand up and gave a (hopefully) passionate little rant as to why they should have said no. I think I heard someone asked to poll again after I had finished.