Heartless Teacher

I guess it isn't the best idea in the world to tell your teacher to **** off,.

Well, considering today was the deadline for the money to be handed in, your teacher may have simply assumed you had forgotten about the deadline & were making up excuses?

But this teacher also sounds incredibly unprofessional.

Where did I say that?

I mean, I'm not doubting I did, I just don't remember. I definitely didn't swear at her.

Thats just what I was thinking I'd say.

"You're not going on an important Photography trip purely because of a pissy ex" "Oh, you can **** right off" and then a (not too offensive) comment. Anyway, all you can really do is just ignore her now.

I'd told her Monday I couldn't afford to go on the trip, and she thanked me for telling her ahead of time so she could headcount the rest.

I hate to have to post one of these, it gives premise to me being a single minded student whom doesn't have the thought nor the mental capacity to appreciate a touch of criticism. But if I can explain the best I can, I hope you can help.

How about a brief synopsis? I'd been with my girlfriend for 2 years. She dumped me Christmas Eve this year, that's just over 2 months ago, and it broke my heart. In fact, it still does. I was hardly an amazing boyfriend, and I broke her down to the point she just couldn't take it any more. Realising this fact, and actually changing to be a better person has not only made the healing process far harder, but the sight of her still tears me in two.

We both had a love for Photography, and thus we both took the course at college. We have the same teacher, but attend the class in different blocks, so I never have to share a class with her. It's this that's helped me so much, the less I see her, the easier I feel. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil - It's worked wonders thus far.

Anyway. Our photography teacher organised a trip to London to see a few galleries, get a few shots, etc. My initial reaction to this was "I can't afford it!". The thought of Stacey going didn't even enter my mind, until later that week. When it did hit, it made me doubly aware of how much I really didn't want to go, as frankly, I'm not over her. Call me what you may, I just haven't found the right escape to put her in the past. I couldn't tell you why. I could guess it's because of my guilt towards not being the best boyfriend, or maybe it's the worry that I'll be going to the same Uni, and attending the same course as her? I reiterate, I don't know why.

So today was the day the money had to be in. It was also the first I'd asked my teacher "Is Stacey going to be going?" The question was inevitable. I had to ask. If she was, I'd be 110% on not going. I'll explain why in a second. If she would've said "No" I could've gone to the College Finances and enquired about some financial help.

She said "Most likely, yes". So I told her the truth, I told her I'm not ready. It was at this point that she turned from a normal everyday teacher, to a cynical, heartless bitch. She escalated the conversation from a quiet chat to a one sided incessant rant - intended to make sure the entire class heard. "God Grant, is all this what it's about? You're acting like a teenager; grow up. You're not going on an important Photography trip purely because of a pissy ex"

I explained that it was not only about my ex, it was also the fact I have (and this is the truth, so no hissy fits on me bending the truth) one friend. One friend in the entire photography class. Strike that, classes and me going would result in a day of me being alone, in a foreign place, with people whom all have their little clique, and having to see the girl I loved so much, as well as the fact that STILL - I can't afford it. She called bull****.

The urge I had to scream back to her was beyond words. The fact she managed to not only insult me, degrade my situation, and judge me, but also do this in front of a captive *****ing audience astounded me. I kept quiet. I turned around, I walked away.

Obviously the one dig wasn't enough. 5 minutes later "Do you want me to ring your parents and see if they'll pay?" I reiterated that money wasn't the only reason I didn't want to go, and here is where I declare retort of the year.

"Whatever."

The rest of the lesson was mixed with little snide remarks here and there "You don't half wind me up" and such, and to be honest, I found it quite pathetic. I was literally close to tears, and as emotionally unstable as you may call me, it doesn't change the fact she was a heartless bitch.

I think before I end this post, I should just explain the important of the trip... It isn't.