She ruined history for me. I’ll never look at her class the same way.
I don’t care if she was having a bad day. I don’t care if she was stressed out.
You don’t make a student cry.
You don’t call someone weak just because they’re too sick to stay in class for the rest of the day.
You don’t say “it’s not okay” to miss ONE class especially when I’ve taken the time to come see you beforehand.
You don’t emphasize how important class is when I’m just about to miss one.
I don’t care if missing one class in university means missing three classes in high school. I’m still in freaking high school.
There’s more to life than studying.
I suppose I went with the misconception that you were an understanding teacher.
That you were someone I could look up to.
And for the first time in my life, I was hurt by the words from a teacher, a “sensible” adult, a role model.
I mean, it’s okay to scold when a student does something wrong.
But what the hell did I do?