This past Monday, 5/12/14, I broke my fibula & dislocated my ankle. That Wednesday was mock interviews in my government class with our mayor and two business people he invited with him. As I had broken my leg a few days before, and wasn't exactly supposed to be at school but didn't want to miss the interview, I borrowed a wheelchair from the school because crutches and the medicine is tiring. Anyway, my name was called to be interviewed. I rolled up to the desk and was asked about my name, I told them it is from the Book of Mormon. Later one interviewer, the General Manager of a local pizza place, told me she doesn't agree with how my religion views women and asked how I felt about it, I was appalled and confused. I told her that I didn't know what she was talking about, that I work with mostly women in my current job and she proceeded to ask if that meant I was in charge of them. Again I was shocked and replied No. She continued to ask if then I thought I was smarter then them. Again at a loss for words I replied Noo? I took my attention away from her and the interview continued. After the interview there was a review part where students we're told what they did well and could have done better. During this she asked why I came in on a wheelchair and not on crutches if my leg was just broken. Because to her that seemed like I was lazy and unenthusiastic about the "job". My teacher told her, "he really does have surgery on Monday." Thankfully she did something to support me. I later emailed the mayor confused at why he let this woman attack my religion and temporary disability in an interview in front of my peers, even though it was a mock interview. Many students even laughed at that time too, at what I'm not sure but they laughed. I'm just glad there are organizations like The Bully Project that strive to end bullying. I would just like to ask if we pay attention to it among adults, teachers, the work place, and why we aren't teaching our teachers, leaders, and such to recognize it and stand up because not one adult stood up for me that day, besides the small thing my teacher said about my surgery.