Apr. 7th, 2009

*Flail*

Apr. 7th, 2009 03:36 pm
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I'm not sure what to do with today.  Last Thursday, I came to my Victorian lit class prepared to discuss the readings, one of which as "How I Became a Socialist."  Instead, we discussed socialism today, in what appeared to be a Socratic seminar, but what was really "tell me all the good things about socialism."  Everything that we said against it was mowed over, and when we finally got it all on the board, she wanted to know why it was like pulling teeth.  I suspected in her mind the answer was that we had all been blinded by conservative propaganda.  The truth was that most of the class would rather not have their heads bitten off.  At the end of class she told one of my classmates to grow a backbone.  At this point, another classmate became fed up, and called her on it, and the class ended in what was pretty nearly a shouting match between them where he threatened to go to the head of the department, and she basically just said "yeah well you just do that."  The classmate who had been told to grow a backbone packed up and left immediately.  This woman, who had been arguing quite proficiently, by the way, is a very bright, informed, animated, and strong woman.  I respect her greatly.  I was leaving slowly, waiting for another classmate to finish packing up, but at the doorway, I turned to see this woman leaning against the wall in tears.  I went to meet her and we went outside, where several other classmates stopped to discuss the class.  While we all agreed she had been out of line, some of us (myself included) also felt that she had been a pretty decent teacher otherwise, and that maybe she had been under a lot of stress.  We had been there a while when the professor came out, and shouted at the guy again that he should go to the head of the department and talk to her, in a very hostile manner.

Despite this, and though two of my classmates did go to the head of the department, we were ready to move on with our lives today.  She apparently wasn't.  When she arrived, one of my classmates went up to tell her that she wouldn't be there the next class on account of attending a friends presentation of her senior thesis on the topic of "Harry Potter: Hero."  The professor was very short with her and said she couldn't talk to her, and then said that she needed to meet with her later, in her office.  We gave each other wide eyed looks for a minute before I was told that she also needed to meet with me.  Neither of us had been particularly vocal in any of the interchanges, though we had both been present at the little pow-wow outside of class.  When the woman who had been told to grow a spine arrived, she was pulled out into the hall, and apparently told that she was wanted for a meeting as well.  She came back into class and stayed for about five minutes, before she asked me if she could borrow me, and we headed out to the hall.  The professor wanted to know where we were going, but as we're adults in a college course, I felt that we could step out for a moment without explanation to her.  We had been out for a few minutes, with my classmate in tears, not sure what to do (and pregnant and hormonal on top of it) and me comforting her, when the professor came out and demanded to know whether we were coming back to class or not.  My classmate was crying on my shoulder, so neither of us saw fit to answer, and I figured that she would just see the scene and figure to leave well enough alone.  Apparently when she went back to class, she wondered if she could lock us out.  We went back to class a few minutes later.  The rest of the class seemed to proceed normally enough, but I was on edge the entire time.  At the end, the classmate who would be absent Thursday went up to tell the professor, and then tried to arrange a time for the requested meeting.

She suggested at 4.  She was informed that the professor wouldn't be there very long after 4.  She said that was okay she needed the meeting to be breif too.  She was told in a very hostile manner that the professor would set the length of the meeting as she was the one who requested it.  The classmate tried to offer other maners of contact, such as e-mail, and was told that e-mail was for official school business, and she wanted this to be unofficial.  Contact through the department head was also unaceptable at first, and then was something that she would have to set up, but was still treated as not prefered.  Then she came after my classmate with wagging finger, telling her that the discussion was over because she said it was over.  Other highlights include my classmate finally standing up and saying "I don't eserve this treatment," and the professor threatening to write her up if there was no meeting, for "judicial misconduct."  At this point, myself and this other classmate had no intention of talking to her to arrange a meeting, and the three of us went to the head of the department, with the classmate who had just had the confrontation (not the pregnanat one) in tears.  The department head was very diplomatic and we agreed to arrange to meet indivdually with the professor, so long as the head of the department was there for the meeting.  So, we'll see how that goes.  Meanwhile, I'm regarding even tomorrow (when I don't have her) with trepidation, and I just want to scream and cry and throw things... and I haven't even had her wrath specifically directed at me.  Part of the reason I'm upset, though is that she made two of my friends cry.

The small bright spot to all this was that the Demon's Lexicon bookmarks I won arrived the day before all this started, in a Nancy Drew card... There was a bit of squeeing.

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