From the second I walked through the door, alone, I was met with yells of consternation. He informed me that someone had just gotten kicked out and not to fuck with him because he would throw me out in a heart beat- was just looking for a reason. He screamed how unworthy I was, that I’d never be chosen, and that I was wasting my time there.
To be honest, the thing that bothered me most was his reckless and frequent use of the word “retard”.
Even in context, I felt it was in poor taste. A bad smell lingering from the early days of ignorance. I, personally, feel as though that word is out of bounds and similar to other words we only use letters to describe.
