I had conflicts with two out of four of my teachers today.
Walking into my Dance Class today, I had a positive attitude and was ready to put our dance together. Just when the teacher set us up into our rows, I could already feel myself start to get hot. It's quite obvious who was in the front row and who got shoved to the back. I really think the favouritism in the class needs to stop.
That was not the only thing to get my blood boiling. As we were learning the choreography, we learned a step where we had to weave through one another. When she wanted to see our row do it, we had a bit of a misunderstanding. In result, she treated us like babies and made the second row " demonstrate " for us again. We're not four year old children.
Yet that wasn't the only thing to piss me off. Giving into my " french attitude " that's exactly what I gave, but I did not expect her to imbarass me in front of the whole class. Going back to my blog from yesterday, I had discussed how I was a bit ragged at the end of my dance class yesterday due to the understanding that I may only be in one dance in the dance show. That is exactly what she brought up and used the word " whining " to describe my actions. I didn't think that was right at all.
After that I felt like I was the main target for the rest of the class. I ended up leaving the class in tears unfortunately due to stress. I don't think she realized how I felt, and I don't really think she cared to be honest. I was done with that class for the day, I really needed to cool off.
There are some worries that I may be cut from the dance now, but if it happens it happens. I've gotten over the fact that it may happen. Dance is only a hobby, not a profession that I wish to pursue, but it's no fun when you're in a competition with everyone else.
On another note, she was not the only teacher to get under my skin today.
In my fifth period Business class, I have been absent from class seventeen days. Not because I skip because I don't wanna be in class, but because I have to work. Usually the way it goes, is I work once a week, usually it's been every Tuesday. If my mom can pick me up, then I am alright to go to class, if not, I have to take the bus. If I were to take the bus after school, I wouldn't get home until after three giving myself barely anytime to settle down and get ready before I have to head over to work. This is why when I have to take the bus, I just don't go to my fifth period class.
Apparently this has become an issue. The Vice-Principle is asking for a list from every class of the students who have been absent fifteen+ classes. And I of course am once of those students. I don't exactly know what the consequences will be if I continue to skip, but it's something that I might have to do. I have an 88% in that class, so they really can't give me too much shit.
My teacher however was telling me how I could resolve the problem. Her suggestion was that I bring my dinner and work clothes to school so I can go to work right from school and eat my dinner there before my shift. I would rather not do that. There is a reason why I like to go home first. I like the chance to relax and eat before I have to go, I don't like to feel like i'm being rushed. I don't think she understands, I highly doubt she does.
But in the end i'm going to do what I want to do.
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