I Hate That Teacher!
Well Ethnic Cultures class was a nightmare...again! My teacher noticed I was sitting alone, not engaging with other students like I was supposed to. He asked me my name, how long I had been at saddleback, and my major. He asked me what I wanted to do with it. I said I didn't know and then he suggested I get a counseling appointment with him(counseling is also his job) I'm like uh no. I didn't say that though. Just smiled nervously, wanting him to go away. Then he asked where I wanted to transfer to. I told him Cal State Fullerton, and then he found out that I'm ready to transfer and should be applying by now. I'm like um yeah maybe. I didn't want to admit I can't transfer untill I'm ready to drive. Why would I want to admit that at that moment under stress? Finally he left me alone. But then...here it gets bad...he was talking about some subject and then what does he do? He uses me as an example of what he was talking about. Drawing attention to me! Telling the class about what we talked about! I'm like oh fuck! I want to leave! I had no idea what he was saying, couldn't concentrate because of too much anxiety. In my head I'm mad. In my head I'm upset. Outside I'm smiling nervously, embarrassed, saying yeah. Agreeing with what he's saying. I was angry that he did that. Now I hate the class even more, actually more like I hate the teacher. Ok, well I really don't hate him. I just hate when people do that to me. I know he meant well, just trying to help, but still doesn't make me feel any better. I felt I was picked on. Like he was picking on me on purpose. I felt that way sure, but I know that it wasn't true because he picked on other people too. I just felt that way. Like I was being put down, even though I know it's not true. I wish I could just drop the class, but I know I can't because I need this class. Dropping isn't an option. Just going to have to suffer I guess. Hope I don't go crazy through the process.