The worst class ever

So I said I’d keep an update on my class… well, it’s worse than I thought. There is no way I can tell this without getting extremely heated, so I’ll give you the Reader’s Digest version… The next class meeting with the “Food/Phone Nazi” ended with me getting moved to the front of the class. Yeah. Graduate class turned elementary school. Apparently she invoked the Devil right about the time we came back in from our first 15 min. break. My half of the class came in talking… ooooh. Talking. Casual conversation. Not screaming, not even laughing, .. talking. This sent her into an absolute rage, so much that we had to return the handouts that had been passed back to us, and go up INDIVIDUALLY and pick them back up. We were told we needed to respect her classroom. You could have heard a pin drop. Until… I laughed. Yes. I laughed. Not intentionally! But it was just one of those “oh-my-gosh-she-really-is-crazy” laughs. AND she heard me. AND she began yelling at me. AND moved me to the front of the class ..away from “my buddies” –she called them. Should I have walked out? Now, I wish I had. But, we all knew she is the only teacher in this program to teach this “Multi-cultural Counseling” class –of course required for graduation. Thus, I am probably going to get a bad grade because of this. Ah, isn’t it ironic this happens in a counseling class. .