You Don’t Need To Breathe To Learn, Silly

, , , , , | Learning | February 29, 2020

I’ve recently developed asthma, so it’s still pretty minor. My school has four floors in total, and I have to take the elevator in order to move between floors when going up. My previous class was on the first, and my next class on the fourth. As I don’t have a doctor’s note yet since my asthma has only recently developed, I don’t have an elevator pass to let me on the elevator. 

Before today, I asked teachers to let me onto the elevators. Yesterday, the teacher I have on the first floor told me that she can’t keep walking me over to the elevator — on the other side of the building — every single day, so today I really didn’t want to bother her about it, so I try to catch the elevator when another teacher is getting on.

There are some other students waiting around the elevator; most of them don’t have elevator passes.

Teacher:
“Okay, everyone who doesn’t have an elevator pass, move along. Get out. Go to your classes.”

Several of the students reluctantly turn to leave, while one pulls a pass out of her pocket.

Student #1:
“I have a pass.”

Teacher:
“All right, you can stay. Everyone else, go to your classes.”

Me:
“Excuse me, I don’t have a pass yet–”

Teacher:
“Then you can’t get on.”

Me:
“But I have asthma–”

Teacher:
“No pass, no elevator. You can’t get on.”

I stand in stunned silence as she goes into the elevator with the student and the doors close behind her. Starting to cry, I start slowly going up the stairs to try to avoid an attack. Because of my combined stair climbing and crying, I end up having a full-blown asthma attack. By the time I get to my class, I’m just barely late and very loudly wheezing while trying to not sob as I try desperately to breathe. My teacher immediately sends me to the nurse’s office with my friend to help me get there and speak for me, since at this point I can’t even do that for myself. As we’re walking, one of the other students that was waiting by the elevator and was sent away passes by us in the hallway and sees and hears me wheezing and crying.

Student #2:
“She should have let you on that elevator. That f****** c*** should have let you ride; that b**** should get f****** fired.”

Friend:
“What happened?”

The other student explains what happened, laced with very angry, colorful language as I’m sobbing and wheezing louder while struggling to breathe at all. We finally get to the nurse’s office and my friend explains what happened to the nurse, and they work together to get me to calm down. After I finally stop crying, my breathing slowly becomes more physically possible. My friend leaves to go back to class, and a while later I eventually stop wheezing — for the most part.

I don’t have an inhaler of my own yet, so that’s another big factor to all of this. After the nurse tries — and fails — to contact my mom about getting me to the doctor’s office to get me an actual inhaler and note so I can take the elevator, she sends me off with her elevator pass, for today at the very least, that I’m supposed to return at the end of the day. I send my mom a text about the situation to try to at least get some kind of message to her about the situation, and I head back to class.

I understand why the teacher had to send students away, since my school has a problem of people being too lazy to go up the stairs and hitching a ride on the two available elevators, but this teacher has seen me before bringing teachers to the elevator so I can get on for the past two days at least. I also informed her that I have asthma, so I’m more than a little upset that she couldn’t just let me on so that I could breathe while trying to get to class.

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