That story about your friend and what your professor did is *terrible*. Fuck her so much.
Thank you. I feel like I should have gone to the dean, or well, someone higher than her and told what happened, but of course, it’s been over two years now, so it wouldn’t make a difference. Or even just e-mailed her afterward and explained that this was a real situation and I wasn’t just trying to postpone my exam. (This was a 100+ person introductory Anthropology class, I had a B average, and had never spoken to the woman before, but that still doesn’t excuse her.) And what honestly makes me completely frustrated is that she probably doesn’t even remember this happening now, but I have to live with that little piece of memory.
