First off, yes, I am alive, though you have all talked to me over the course of the week at some point, so you already know that. :P As some, maybe all of you know by now, I came home from my first day of classes this week in a rather... erm... less than pleasant mood over one of my teachers. I know that I promised someone *cough*Ki*cough* a rant for her to read, unfortunately, after class yesterday, I found myself walking away with more amiable feelings abou the teacher, so I no long want to rant. I will, however, give a brief accounting of what happened.
Basically, my first class happens to be one that I was rather looking foreward to, History of Western Civilization. Not only do I enjoy this particular subject, but I happen to really like the teacher. Unfortunately, said teacher became ill over the summer and is no longer allowed to teach for the foreseeable future. I didn't find this out until the new teacher walked in and told us. Now, most of the following hour is a bit of a blur, so I can't really say if I hated her on sight, or simply because of the following events. I do remember feeling dissapointed that my fave teacher wasn't going to be there. At any rate, class started, and so did a discussion on the definition and characteristics of a western civilization. I tend to be quite vocal in class discussions, especially when I'm confident of the subject. So, I spoke up. This is the point at which I am certain of my feelings. Within 10 minutes, or so, of class, I hated the woman with a passion. It was all I could do to keep from glaring at her every time she looked my way. I still don't know how I managed to keep a neutral expression on my face at all. Everytime I opened my mouth to speak up, she was qualifying my answers and basically telling me that I was wrong, making me feel stupid in front of everyone else. At one point she even disagreed with me by *aggreeing* with me! (She basically expanded on my statement after shooting it down) I'm still not sure how she did it without having to pause and say, 'Wait a sec... that's not quite right'. ARGH! Suffice to say, I stopped trying after 15 minutes. After two days of ranting and venting to anyone who'd listen long enough, I decided to give the class to the end of the week before dropping it entirely. I'm glad I did, because I'd hate to have to take it all over again, and I'm not sure I could. So, as of yesterday, and a much better class period, I no longer hate my teacher. I'm still not sure if I like her enough to continue the class, but I feel in a much better frame of mind to fairly judge the situation now. In retrospect, I can't help thinking that my initial reaction was a combination of dissapointment over the loss of my favorite teacher, and the ever dreaded PMS. :P
Well, I have to run and pick up my mom at work now (not to mention my awaiting homework when I get back) so I'll sign off for now.
Love and huggles all!