replied to your post “@takethewatch replied to your post “[[MO Literally. FUCK….”
ugh, how childish and inconsiderate! 😦 I’m so sorry. I hope you’re feeling a little better now. *tight hugs*
It really, really was. *hugs* But I did feel much better after I
woke up this morning. (And when I woke up with cramps, suddenly the
wild emotional swings of last night made sense. -.-;;; Fuck, I”m so
predictable with those mood swings, it’s ridiculous. I should have
known last night. UGH.)
But yeah, I also expressed my displeasure
to the professor and the BEST thing was her advice: “well you should
picture it as something else when you run the example” and I just
STARED. Like… I’D FUCKING LOVE TO. But the blatantly sexual jokes
constantly flying around the room made that a bit difficult, you know?
And on top of that, this was a topic we’d never been taught, that I
didn’t understand, and my classmates were, no offense to them, doing a
HORRIBLE job teaching it and were going way too fast and were
contributing to and playing into the awful jokes.
So I tuned them
out as best I could and started running a different example the way I
remember the professor teaching me to do it earlier and thought I’d
mostly gotten the hang of it. BUT, I can’t tune out the class, tune out
the people teaching, TEACH MYSELF THE THING, create class notes to help
my friends who’ll need them later, AND mentally rewrite the examples
I’ve been given at the same time.
I ONLY HAVE SO MUCH PROCESSING POWER.
Which is what I told her, in a nutshell. And after that little speech, I
think she realized how ridiculous a suggestion that was to begin with.
a student just told you that a topic in class triggered her into an
anxiety attack and the best you’ve got is “pretend it’s something
else?” *headdesk* Fucking honestly.
And the worst thing is that I
can’t really blame my classmates for picking that example, either, but
IT’S THE ONE THAT WAS BEST EXPLAINED IN THE TEXTBOOK. So, I don’t blame
them for taking the easy way out, but… yet another example about how
everything in our culture is set up to sell sex. And I’m SO. FUCKING.
SICK. OF. IT.
*sigh* But, again, I AM feeling better after sleeping on it. So, that’s not nothing.