I'm no longer in the same cognitive intervention with the teacher who asserted her own opinion to the point of belittling others and didn't seem to care about us anyway. Last week I went to the principal and asked to be moved to a different class. He asked me to write a couple pages about why I wanted to move and to come back the next day. Well, the next day I was in the infirmary for five hours for nothing and missed class and the opportunity to talk with the principal again. I told my teacher the next day that I had to speak with the principal, but she didn't believe me and made me stay in class. This continued each day until this Wednesday when she allowed me to go during scheduled walk-ins.
I apologized to the principal for taking so long and gave him my pages about the class. He told me to look forward to getting a lay-in for a class change the next day. Sure enough, it was there.
My new class is really laid back. We covered what we needed to within the first hour or so, spent some time talking about strange conspiracies, then watched an MSNBC special on heroin addicts. There wasn't any yelling, profanity, or craziness (except the conspiracy stuff) and the teacher actually treated us and our comments with respect. This is a much better way to waste the three hours each day.
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