Unfiltered Story #32350

Unfiltered | April 26, 2016

A quick background to this story: the school I attended was a Charter School, top rated but in truth pretty much without state supervision. We went on two school trips a year, a camping trip in the fall and a trip out of the country in the spring. This occurred on a fall camping trip in which we were traveling by various self-powered boats down a canyon, a trip that takes a single day when going fast but took us five.

On the first day of the trip we disembark and set up camp, then it’s time for ‘Reflection’ (an hour-long period where we pick a spot in the wilderness and have to stay there). As we’re walking along a sandy path by the river there was a sudden ‘crack’ from my ankle and I tipped over into a patch of trees. Despite my scream that my ankle might be broken, the teacher didn’t believe that I was hurt. He made me stay where I fell for Reflection – an awful spot with a wasp nest and three different ant hills. I guess it was fun to watch the red and black ants war but I was bit many times, unable to get up without help.

That night – and four nights after, even though the last night was spent at a normal campground near a town- I was refused a wrap, an Ibuprofen, and getting sent home down the river. I was forced to kayak, canoe, and hike on my injury, all while being accused of faking. By the end my ankle was the size of a large grapefruit and I fell out of the van when we arrived home because I could not catch myself.

Of course my mother was livid. The school tried to suspend me for missing a day to go the hospital, but eventually decided they were going to beg to pay my medical bills instead. I know we had a case for permanent damages because today – ten years later – I still have physical issues related to it.
Sadly, this was not the last permanent injury I suffered while under this teacher’s care, and he tried very hard to make me fail high school by refusing to teach me any math. When I asked him why he said I already knew more than him about science and would not explain further. When I heard he had left the school and moved his family to Sudan I was very grateful that no other student would have to suffer because of him.