Weirded out...
Mr. Smith got everyone really, rEaLlY, REALLY P.O.ed yesterday, and I wrote him a 2 1/2 page letter telling him that, you know, it's not our fault that we're girls, and that his mother is sick, and that he has children, and a whole bunch of other stuff. But I seriously don't think that he read it, because today he told me that I was "one the most hard-working students in class, and that I stayed on task and didn't need all that much direction, and that if I ever need a reference, come to him and he'd be happy to give me one. And that he really, really liked my spread, and that it was exactly what he wanted." Weird...if he had read my letter, he wouldn't have been talking to me at all...