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I walked into my spanish class today and took my usual seat near the back. I was rather early, but most of the seats were full.
"Ms. Buck?" Senor Medvitz looked at me inquisitively.
"Si?" I replied. I knew I was in for it. I am the only student that he refers to so formally. He didn't reply. Rather, he pointed to the desk directly in front of his own. Grudgingly, I moved.
There is something about the morning. Smells, especially breakfasty smells, make me nauseous. Of course, Senor Paininmyass has a steaming cup of gas station "coffee". The kind of "coffee" that comes out of a machine. The disgusting excuse for a beverage that drips from a small spout after pressing "cappuccino" or "english toffee latte". Anyone who knows anything about coffee knows that this is really artificially sweetened shit. It smells like over-heated milk and burnt syrup.
I was on the verge of almost-puking the entire class.
I don't know why he made me move. It's almost as if he wanted to "keep an eye" on me.
I have a theory. Senor Fuckwad gets off on making my life a living hell. He saves the impossible questions for me, and then watches while I squirm. He always wears the same gloating smirk as i ruffle through my text book to look up the word we haven't studied yet. Just as I find it, he rolls his eyes and answers the question for me. To him, I am a waste of time. I am a waste of space. I am another simple minded university student.
Normally, I wouldn't care about something like this. However, I spend hours each week studying each chapter. I work harder in this class than I have ever worked before. I read ahead so I'm ready when he berates me with questions from a chapter we haven't touched. I do all the stupid reviews that no one ever looks at. I spend so much time trying to learn and then I am shot down in the classroom.
I am aware that certain professors use a similar tactic in order to FORCE their students to work harder. It would make sense that my professor had adopted that method...if only he treated the other students the way he treated me. It is as if I stole his first born. He treats me like I forced him into teaching college level spanish. It's as if I am rude to him every class. That I don't turn in my homework, or fail miserably on my tests. Well I'm sorry professor. You can go ahead and eat shit.
So I was forced to sit five feet away from him for the duration of the class. Little did he know, I have a fantastically awful cold.
I hope he gets it.
"Ms. Buck?" Senor Medvitz looked at me inquisitively.
"Si?" I replied. I knew I was in for it. I am the only student that he refers to so formally. He didn't reply. Rather, he pointed to the desk directly in front of his own. Grudgingly, I moved.
There is something about the morning. Smells, especially breakfasty smells, make me nauseous. Of course, Senor Paininmyass has a steaming cup of gas station "coffee". The kind of "coffee" that comes out of a machine. The disgusting excuse for a beverage that drips from a small spout after pressing "cappuccino" or "english toffee latte". Anyone who knows anything about coffee knows that this is really artificially sweetened shit. It smells like over-heated milk and burnt syrup.
I was on the verge of almost-puking the entire class.
I don't know why he made me move. It's almost as if he wanted to "keep an eye" on me.
I have a theory. Senor Fuckwad gets off on making my life a living hell. He saves the impossible questions for me, and then watches while I squirm. He always wears the same gloating smirk as i ruffle through my text book to look up the word we haven't studied yet. Just as I find it, he rolls his eyes and answers the question for me. To him, I am a waste of time. I am a waste of space. I am another simple minded university student.
Normally, I wouldn't care about something like this. However, I spend hours each week studying each chapter. I work harder in this class than I have ever worked before. I read ahead so I'm ready when he berates me with questions from a chapter we haven't touched. I do all the stupid reviews that no one ever looks at. I spend so much time trying to learn and then I am shot down in the classroom.
I am aware that certain professors use a similar tactic in order to FORCE their students to work harder. It would make sense that my professor had adopted that method...if only he treated the other students the way he treated me. It is as if I stole his first born. He treats me like I forced him into teaching college level spanish. It's as if I am rude to him every class. That I don't turn in my homework, or fail miserably on my tests. Well I'm sorry professor. You can go ahead and eat shit.
So I was forced to sit five feet away from him for the duration of the class. Little did he know, I have a fantastically awful cold.
I hope he gets it.