>>96162I had two different teachers in middle school that made me break down crying. One of them was with a really mean teacher that everyone hated anyway. I tried to ask her if I could get out of a class presentation one day and she took me outside class to keep asking me why I didn't want to do it, over and over again. I couldn't give a proper reply, so she proceeded to ask me what I'm going to do about in the real world. It felt like a whole interrogation. That was an extremely Scroogelike woman who should never have been teaching around children.
However, the other was with a teacher that everyone loved (including me, up to that point) and that had won a Best Teacher award. This teacher not only made me cry on one occasion, but several different times, and never cared. Proceeded to completely ignore me while crying, every time. It was one of the eye-defining moments about how most people don't care for others. And that includes adults about children that aren't their own, even if it is their job to. Being in education, and this goes from my experience with everyone in it from counselor to nurse to school policeman, is just acting like you care. They will ask you "concerning" questions but that is nothing more than to protect the school's image and their job.
Strap in because this next one is going to be really long and really crazy. Going off the last point about "concerning questions", I also had a professor a few years ago whose "concern" practically devolved into harrassment. I think she was some kind of neurotic nutjob that must have thought I was going to shoot up the school or something. It all started when I had missed every Monday of her class, for two weeks straight. She pulled me aside one day to ask me why I had been missing class.
Apparently, I had forgotten it was a Monday-Wednesday-Friday class (Because the semester started on a Tuesday and when I screenshot my schedule for the week it showed that there was no classes on Monday. I had been going off of that, not realizing.) I explained why to her but it did not help. She began to think I was someone that was being starved or beaten up at home, and not allowed to go to class because of that or something, for some fucking reason. This woman did not know a single thing about me, and I never gave a single indication about something like not being allowed to come to class happening to me, so the fact she was jumping to such wild conclusions about me was baffling.
One day she wanted to talk with me in her office and I went there, not thinking too much of it, until she brought in a woman from the FUCKING POLICE DEPARTMENT. The woman from the police department proceeded to ask me intrusive questions if I eat enough (Because I'm so skinny), with who and where I live, and remarked she noticed my good grades (They were believing someone was not allowing me to go to class probably, lmao.)
This brought back very unpleasant memories from how a counselor in middle school brought me into her office to "talk" with me because of her concern about finding a metal piece of a pencil sharpener next to an ID I lost (That was crazy too and I can go on about that in its own right) and then suddenly brought a police officer in the room to keep questioning me. I was freaking the fuck out, considering I was underage, but even with this professor and cop, as an adult, I was still freaking out. Even though it threw even more suspicion on me, I started crying to the professor and cop just because of how nervous I got. This thing started as a whole giant misunderstanding that kept getting worse.
A few weeks after, this professor pressured me into visiting a Counselor's office by literally walking with me all the way across school to it and even sitting next to me to make sure I actually make the appointment. She was becoming more and more nosy and I didn't know how to get the hell away from her. I was telling my friend about it and she thought it was fucking nuts, too. This woman was making me uncomfortable and stressed out as hell. With how scared she'd reveal herself to look, I came to a realization that she must have been some kind of neurotic that was just scared about herself (Hence, why bringing in a fucking cop on me, I reckon. It was the same reason that counselor called one on me, too.) The pandemic started soon after, so I was finally able to avoid her more. Although she started wanting to set up seperate Zoom calls with me, had the police department lady e-mail me, and kept e-mailing me herself. Ugh. I finally grew some balls to tell her nicely to fuck off in e-mail and she never contacted me a single time, ever again. That was a fucking rollercoaster and goes to show that most people in education are extremely unprofessional when it comes to matters like this. They should literally be fired.
