My outburst was triggered by the culmination of events in AICE Physics class the last few days. My former physics teacher -- that everyone loved, I might add -- had to retire mid-year and his replacement, Mr. C for short, has gradually gotten under my skin. He treats my class like we're all the next Einstein or Heisenberg and that annoys me. He'll say, "feel free to ask me questions," but once you do he'll respond "Wait until I've had my morning coffee."
Wait. What? I'm sorry, but what have you been doing for the past few hours? Don't you drink coffee before you leave for work or while driving to work? Why are you still just sitting there? Why aren't you rushing to the teacher's lounge to make some? Oh, well, I guess you can't answer any of these questions either. I should wait until you've had your morning coffee.
He's also made a point to try to call me out in the middle of class. For instance, he stopped mid-lecture and said, "I hope people aren't working on English during Physics, Elizabeth" causing everyone to turn and look, when all I had were Physics flashcards on my desk. Then, the other day, he called me a coward. I got looks of pity from friends and that stung more. They didn't rise to my defense, they just pitied me.
He insists on calling me Elizabeth, which I absolutely hate. Only a select few people are ever allowed to call me that and have it be okay. You see, I've been called Lizzie essentially my whole life. I know the roster says 'Elizabeth', and that must confuse him, but I've told him numerous times I strongly prefer Lizzie. He just doesn't listen.
Today, he announced our grades openly in front of the class, so long as we said he could. Okay, that's fine. He goes alphabetically and a few people before me have high B's and low A's. Okay, that's fine. Then he gets to me and it goes down like this:
Mr. C: Elizabeth [do you want to know your grade?]
Mr. C: *makes weird face*
Mr. C: I'll tell you later.
Me: What? Why?
Mr. C: ...
Me: It's my grade. Just say it, please.
Mr. C: 72. C.
Mr. C: You'll have to fix that.
He made it seem like I was going to fail! I know C's aren't wonderful, but I've recovered from them before. I suppose I'm most upset about how he dealt with it. Did he really have to embarrass me in front of the entire class by making it seem like a big deal?
Yeah, I'm really upset. Have you ever had to deal with a teacher/professor like this? How'd that go? Any coping mechanisms?
I better go study Physics now.
Days until I graduate: 33
Days until exams are over: 61
Days until I start college: 138