I've been blessed a lot with really good interpreters, professionally and non. When I moved out to Colorado, I had a number of interps before i got a permanant one. Keep in mind, i was the only Deaf kid in school, and I didnt really see much of my mom (who signs). She was my only ASL outlet, together we had a BLAST. She ended up being a really great advocate. She took me to church, she came to my senior breakfast and capping ceremony, she was just there whenever my own mom wasnt. My parents never went to any of my track meets, which disappointed me. But Paula was there for me at all times. In the beginning tho, there was that line - but you cant make it stick forever
But at the same time, I had an interp who was a freakin B-I-T-C-H! She was, personally, a nusiance, and professionally - unprofessional.
Make sense? She confronted me about something I said to the director about not wanting her to interpret my psych eval, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS!! eh ... so yeah, she got my vote to be transferred. =X