A Week To Remember

Thursday morning I was in my English class with Mr. Moots who doesn’t like me.  He always gives me the evil eye like there is something wrong with me.  I had a bad night and really exhausted.  I was sitting there minding my business when Mr. Moots wanted me to get up in front of the class and read my paper.  First of all, I do not want to be the center of attention.  I get too much attention at home and not the good kind.  I just want to sink in my chair and pretend that I am invisible.  Unfortunately, Mr. Moots made me get up there.  So I am shaking since I am so nervous, I read my paper which is ok until Mr. Moots starts questioning me afterwards.  He said things like, where is the emotion in the paper?  At this point I was back at my desk, shrinking when he started asking me these questions.  What was I supposed to say, I don’t feel an emotions except anger.  I wasn’t sure what to do or say.  I said something stupid like I didn’t think we needed to put that in the paper.  At that point the class starts laughing at me.  Then things go from bad to worse.  I couldn’t believe I did this, but I was so angry at the time for being humiliated by this dumb teacher.  Teachers are supposed to help the students not make them feel worse.  I get up, grab all my things, go to the door, turned around and said something like:  I don’t have to take this anymore.  I hate English and slammed the door behind me.  It’s not like I said anything bad, but saying it to a teacher in front of the class is bad.  I was just standing in the hallway thinking do I go back in?  I don’t want to fail the class.  What if he tells me parents?  Then I will get beaten for sure.