I goddamn hate disabilities.
Sometimes, the student silently slides that page to me on the first day of class. You know the page. The page from XYZ Disabilities Office that states, "You MUST accommodate this student or else you will get fucked.... The student must be allowed to eat licorice while taking exams.... The student must be allowed to use a Crayola Crayon to write his papers...."
Other times, the student doesn't have that page from XYZ Disabilities Office, but it becomes apparent that the student has a disability. And I mean, wow, does it become apparent. Mental illness, hello! Social phobia, schizophrenia, borderline personality disorder, substance abuse, and wiggity nutso things they don't have names for.
Q. Describe your worst experience with disability (your student's, not yours).
A. We're not judging anybody here. Yes, yes, crazy people are people, too. Fine. Just be honest.