Wow. Scary stuff. The guy says this "girl" is "unstable" and "obviously probably mentally ill, Bipolar or something", and he is afraid, yes, afraid that, "she could kill me or something, I mean, the way she LOOKED at me!". Okay, now here I am, a person with Schizoaffective Disorder who has a sibling and a parent with Bipolar Disorder, and I have to be polite to this jerk because I am at work.
He goes on to state that when she argued with him he almost told her, "Why don't you go home and take your meds!", but he refrained himself. I didn't refrain myself here. I said, "Well that would have certainly been a rude thing for you to say." He is expecting me to be more sympathetic to his obviously dangerous plight. I'm not. He says, "WELL SHE WAS RUDE TO ME!! AND THAT'S NOT RIGHT!!" He rambles on about how, "You know how people like this are, they're not right, they're off balance, they could do anything." And he tells me this: he reported the student to security on campus.
What? Why? Well, you see, his professor had announced to the class that two students in the class needed accommodations for a disability. Probably, they needed a notetaker, which is the only reason such an announcement would ever be made to the class. The students names would never be divulged in such an announcement. But this guy has assumed that the "unstable girl" is one of the disabled students. You mean, I ask, she has a disability? I am trying to put this back into reality-realm here. A mental illness IS a disability, and if in fact she has a mental illness, she has every right, not only to attend college, but to have all the reasonable accommodations to which she is entitled under the Americans with Disabilities Act. I didn't go into all this with this guy, but I did tell him, "The fact that someone was rude to you does not mean that she is mentally ill or that she takes any medication."
I then sought to get him off the phone, informing him that I couldn't help him, and neither could anybody in my department, as far as getting into a new class, because it's too late for that now, unless you go through the office of the program director and they somehow allow you to do this. He says he's sure they will allow him, because, "they have to!" since he shouldn't have to be in a class with this supposedly dangerous young woman. I give him the program director's phone number, and get him off the phone before I lose my cool. He is a total jackass.
Two minutes later, jackass calls back. He says, "I just called the program director and she didn't answer. It's after 5 PM, I say. She is probably gone for the day. He then goes on to say, "I don't think you really understand where I'm coming from and how serious this issue is, and I mean, I shouldn't have to be MISTREATED in my class!"