well, my very first interpreter at my public high school was totally messed up. During my freshman year, my very first time being mainstreamed at a public school (it didnt help when i found out that i was the first deaf student they ever had at my school), i guess, I looked vunerable that the interpreter would take me of class when videos were shown and say that she can't interpret them. I ended up going to the library to take tests and just free periods there. It was like the librarians knew me more than my own teachers did.
to make a long story short, I decided that i wanted someone else to be my intepreter, not her anymore. one day i decided not to be friendly as i usually was. but i was never mean. i was like, making myself more distant around her. She asked to speak with me out in the hallway and then started yelling at me. I had the courage to tell her all the things i didn't like and how i felt. She was pissed and was like "I think I'm going to find a replacement for the remainder of the year."
after a dramatic few weeks, my IEP meeting came. My mom was in the meeting with the child study team and my mom said "I'm sure you are aware with the situation between Megan and her intepreter."
The lady goes, "Yes. Megan wasn't treating her the way she should."
imagine how pissed i was. how they never heard my side of the story. God knows what she told them about me. They never looked at me the same again.