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I finally got to talk with the professor and it’s not her, it’s me. it’s not my questions, exactly. it’s how everything’s an argument with me. it’s not exactly - it’s just something about how I say things. like when I accosted her after class to accuse her of supporting a child molester. there are hundreds of books on her course pack, she compiled the list ten years ago, and now she’s going to have to make a note about the mentioned author for future printings and when she teaches from the materials. she’s trying to teach a class. it’s every day. I’m disputatious.
there’s essentially… nothing I can say to this woman, that isn’t an argument, to her. “did you hear about this author? oh, uh, she was accused of child molestation” waiting five minutes to ask your professor a yes/no question with a sentence of followup after class is. a fucking. boundary violation. telling a fellow student (again, after class) that you think part of Harry Potter was shitty. is not respectful. “is this a required policy” trying to start an argument again, eh???
apparently people have emailed her asking why I’m arguing with her, though, which is uh, surprising? to me, at least? that said, a lot of people seems to be like, almost, bizarrely, to me, enthusiastic, about how she, “talks about the real issues” so it’s like, I guess… honestly idk what it’s like, this situation is kind of surreal to me, actually
I finally got to talk with the professor and it’s not her, it’s me. it’s not my questions, exactly. it’s how everything’s an argument with me. it’s not exactly - it’s just something about how I say things. like when I accosted her after class to accuse her of supporting a child molester. there are hundreds of books on her course pack, she compiled the list ten years ago, and now she’s going to have to make a note about the mentioned author for future printings and when she teaches from the materials. she’s trying to teach a class. it’s every day. I’m disputatious.
there’s essentially… nothing I can say to this woman, that isn’t an argument, to her. “did you hear about this author? oh, uh, she was accused of child molestation” waiting five minutes to ask your professor a yes/no question with a sentence of followup after class is. a fucking. boundary violation. telling a fellow student (again, after class) that you think part of Harry Potter was shitty. is not respectful. “is this a required policy” trying to start an argument again, eh???
apparently people have emailed her asking why I’m arguing with her, though, which is uh, surprising? to me, at least? that said, a lot of people seems to be like, almost, bizarrely, to me, enthusiastic, about how she, “talks about the real issues” so it’s like, I guess… honestly idk what it’s like, this situation is kind of surreal to me, actually
