So, I've been putting off writing this, because I'm not sure I want the entire world to hear about this, but also, I know that if I stay quite it's even worse.

That being said, I'm having definite issues with one of my teachers. This is pissing me off, because the number of good teacher I've known is dwindling, especially in comparison to the bad teachers I've had.

So a teacher, who will remain nameless is playing favorites. I am the favotrite. Which at first is okay, because if you'd seen the rest of the class you'd understand too. I am the only one is two separate classes of students that has any interest in the subject at all.

Okay, fine whatever, I'll pretend it's not happening. I'll bask in the extremely easy credits for a class that I shouldn't really be allowed to take.

Then, he compliments me, all the time. About everything. My talent, my marks in other classes, then my appearance. Then he tells me I remind him of his wife.

What the fuck? Is that supposed to be a good thing? I'm thinking "alright, this is just me, being paranoid. It's just because I don't trust men. I'm imagining all of this. It's. Not. Happening."

So, I start being distant. I avoid him. I stop working on specific projects. I stop going to both of the classes. (I am in period one, but most of the time I go to the period three class as well, because spares suck and previously there wasn't anything better to do.)

Then, last week sometime. Tuesday I think, weird things start to happen. At the end of the class he takes me aside on my way out. I'm pissed off, because things weren't going well that morning. Then he says, and this is a direct quote, and I know this because it played over and over and over in my head all through math class.

"I have a prep next period Karyn, why don't I call your math teacher and then you and I can discuss what to do with the rest of our class."

What is that supposed to mean to me? I mean he's always asking what he should do with the class because is is a fucking horrible teacher. What am I supposed to think about that?

I bolted right after he said that, because alarm bells went of in my head, and my rabid feminist tendencies kicked in and I freaked out.

So, now I don't particularly want to go to that class again. Ever. However, I've worked a deal out with another girl in my class so that I'm never ever alone. I've also figured out how to lock myself in the dark room, so I can still go in there and develop stuff by my self. It just pisses me off.

If he does anything ever again to make me the slightest bit uncomfortable I'm going to a counselor because I refuse to let another teacher ruin my trust in teachers.

So, if you have any other suggestions I'd love to hear what ANYONE ELSE think about all this.