THE TIME WHEN MY TEACHER WENT A LITTLE BIT INSANE

Hi, my name is Erika, and I have some pretty "out of the ordinary" teachers/staff working at my school. This is just a list of one of the times (within this school year) that a teacher has gone a tiny bit insane.
  1. let's start with the most recent, shall we? I am a student that has a couple of elements which make testing environments difficult for me. Due to this, I write in a different room which is called, "The Student Success Centre". Last week, I had to do a lab write-up for my chemistry course...
  2. And since there were at least 5 other people in my class with the same accommodations as me, we went up to the room together before class started (just so we wouldn't distract anyone that was writing at the same time as us). The woman there, lets call her "Curly", was very pleasant and set us up with our accommodations quickly and efficiently...
  3. -Something notable about this room, which is why many people use it, is that there is a 100% no talking rule while anyone is taking an assessment.- Once I was finished my lab, I realized that Curly was still in her office, and I couldn't call out to her because of the room's rule of no talking...
  4. I decided to just stand up and go to her office to let her know I was done. As I approached her I said very quietly, "Sorry Ms. I'm done my lab and I don't know what to do from this point." (As I was very new to the SSC and its accommodations). Her eyes opened widely at me and she seemed to be quite angry "OH NO," she began "OH NO NO NO!"...
  5. She stood up, directed me back to my desk quickly (gripping roughly on my shoulders) and pushed me back down into my chair. She looked down at me disapprovingly and loudly said, "ERIKA, I'm not trying to say that this is something you would do -not at aaaaallllll- BUT, for all I know, you could have been cheating off of your friends...
  6. while I was in my office." Since I'm stupid and don't like when people falsely accuse me, I attempted to sass Curly saying, "Sorry, but this is a LAB, and we all had different numbers so there was no possible way of me "CHEATING"." HER BLOOD WAS BOILING...
  7. I stood up, packed up my things, and was on my way out the door...that's when my calculator fell... CURLY. WENT. BALLISTIC. drawing all the attention of everyone writing their assessments, she began screaming "CHEMISTRY IS DRIVING ME CRAAAZZYYYY!!!!1!1!!" and was laughing in a way that crazy people do in movies right before they murder someone...
  8. She began contorting her body in a multitude of ways that I still don't understand to be possible. She honestly looked like she was having a demon contracted from her soul the way she was moving around the room screaming. I looked at the frightened faces of all my friends as I began to exit the room, mouthing "sorry" to all my friends...
  9. even though none of them found it to be my fault. As I opened the door to leave, Curly began yelling again, "SIT DOWN!!!" As I rushed back to my desk (assuming she was talking to me since I was the only one standing) she held my shoulder and yelled again, this time directed at me, "NOT YOU! GET OUT!!" I ran out of there as fast as I could when...
  10. I realized the mistake I made... I left my phone in her room and I had to go back to get it. As I braced myself and opened the door, everything had seemed to go back to normal, you couldn't even guess that Curly had had an outburst just minutes before. I approached her desk and said quietly, "Hey...um... I forgot my pho-"...
  11. She cut me off by rudely shushing in my face as if she hadn't just been screaming. She handed me my phone and I ran down to where my other friends were so I could tell them all about what just happened. As I told the story in full detail, one of my friends subtly indicated that Curly was on her way over and that I should stop talking...
  12. Now you should know that Curly wasn't even within earshot of hearing me tell the story, but she already knew. Her cold fingers familiarly wrapped around my shoulders for the third time that morning and she began to poorly explain her actions. Mainly by blaming me. "Erika honey," she began "I don't want you to take this personally, not at ALLLLLL...
  13. but you should know that your loudness just ruined everyone's assessments." I was dumbfounded. I looked at her with my jaw near the floor, trying my hardest not to slap her clean across the face. She repeated in different wording over and over my "inappropriate" loudness, and I had had enough at that point...
  14. She ended on what she thought was a good note by saying, "do you promise not to do that again?" I had never felt like I was treated more like a child in my life than at that point. I smiled fakely, rage in my eyes, and simply said, "Sure." Her eye twitched and she looked over at my friend, mocking me to her saying...
  15. "'SURE'? THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE "YES MS. I AM SO SORRY I WILL NEVER BE LOUD AGAIN."" And she looked right back at me and said, "NOW DOES IT?" I gulped loudly and nodded as fast as I could until she left.
  16. And that's the story about the crazy "Curly" who by taking care of people who are anxious and need to write tests in a quiet space, decided that the best way to accommodate them would be by screaming and scaring the living crap out of them. The End.