Mean People

Ok. I have a mean teacher.

Not just a teacher that I think doesn't like me because he gave me a low score on a test.

I mean a teacher who is MEAN. He's yelled at me twice in class now, the first time I thought was just a misunderstanding. First, I wasn't understanding a concept, and I was getting frustrated. He seriously wasn't doing a good job explaining it-- he kept on repeating himself. But I didn't say that.

Then, I asked a question during the quiz that same day, and he said that if I had gone onto blackboard (the website used for communication between students and teachers), we would know the answer. I had not gone onto blackboard for a couple of days since I was studying from the book. I thought that was unfair to punish me for studying from the book--and what if someone really hadn't had access to the internet at home over the weekend? Was it fair to punish them?? I didn't think so, and I told him so in class.

He said, 'What do you want me to do about it?'

I said, 'Maybe you shouldn't do that?' i was smiling at him, half joking, and he got all red and yelled at me for being unprofessional.

Seriously? Unprofessional was the best you could come up with? He was also mad at me for something I wrote on the homework too i guess. He thought I was dissing him, but really i just wrote that the wording of the question in the book sucked. I even sent him an apology e-mail and he never responded.

Oh, and today, we were listening to a recording of a fast song (Stars and Stripes Forever) and it's really complicated; he asked what the cadence was and I told him honestly that I didn't know.

We finished the recording, and he first yelled at three of my girlfriends who were sitting in the row in front of me because he thought they weren't listening during the recording (they were trying to understand the last concept he tried to teach still). Then, to my surprise, he yelled at me for not knowing the answer and saying so! I was caught off guard; he then went off on a rant about how if students weren't here for the same purpose that he was, they should find a different major.

First of all, I am not there for the same reason he is--he's there to teach and make money while I'm there to supposedly learn from him and pay money.

Second of all, I was paying attention and trying to learn!

In a quiet voice, I told him that I was sorry, that I was paying attention and I wasn't trying to be obstinate towards him. He mocked me, saying 'I don't know' was basically, a stupid answer.

I couldn't help it, I cried. I kept it in pretty good for the rest of the class; then I bolted out. The worst part is, it's a joint-class with Aural Perception. I thought about going back in, but I know I would have started crying again just being in the same room as him. Meg told me to go get a treat for myself; I got lots of hugs and a song from Teddy to make me feel better.

I wasn't very hungry, so I went to Barns and Noble to relax and read something funny. Then I went to choir and felt much better : ) We're singing some beautiful stuff!

Ok I'm done with my bad-day story now!! Curtis and I are going camping over the weekend!!! Yay! I'm so excited ^^ !