Insensitive Teaching

I swear I have never met such an insensitive professor as my History professor.

Remember the first week of classes? And how I almost lost it again?

Well, I'm pretty sure she doesn't give a shit about other people. Why, you ask?

Because today she took the cake. And smashed me in the face with it.

All was going well in class, when towards the end of class, she saw a student sleeping at his desk and she walked up to him and started smacking her hands together and yelling "WAKE UP!" "WAKE UP!" "WAKE UP!". As she walked back towards the front of the room she said "I'm tired too. I was at the ER last night until 1 am, but I am here and we don't need to sleep in class."

No one really said anything. Which, duh, is a sign for her to continue on. She said, "Well, class, remember when I told you I thought we were? Well, we were, but now we aren't." Of course, this lead for half the class to start saying "Awww. I'm sorry." Which, I was, but I didn't verbalize it. And then, someone said "Why are you here?"

Her response? "Because I am a solider! It's okay. I've been blessed. I have two beautiful daughters. If we're never blessed with another one again, that's okay. But, I did tell my husband to tell his boys he has a few more months to get it together because I'm approaching 40 and I can't do this much longer."

And that lead some people to make comments like "*laughing* You right, girl you know you right." and "You'll have more. Don't worry." and there were some more but I was too busy picking my chin off of the floor and trying not to look at her with my eyes yelling "Are you fucking kidding me? I'm 5 feet in front of you and you're going on about this shit?"

Thankfully, class ended a few minutes later.

And before you say it, no I don't think I am being overly sensitive. In my humble opinion, it's one thing to not know the student in the front row has been TTC for 7 years, but it's another thing to know the student five feet away from you also just had a miscarriage three weeks ago. And even more so, there's probably a student or two in that room who you don't know had a miscarriage.

There was no need to go into the reasons why she was at the ER last night with the whole class. She got to go home tonight with two beautiful girls waiting for her. Her uterus may be empty, but her arms are not. [No, I am not saying having a miscarriage when you have other kid(s) is easier, but when you have none, its a different kind of pain.]