To Talk, Or Not To Talk, That Is The Question

So, my theatre history prof told me a couple of weeks ago I needed to speak up more in class. He reiterated that in my mid-term conference. I have been trying to do so but he keeps ignoring me, which is leading to a feeling of frustration on my part. Three times now he has totally ignored me when I have tried to make a comment, and once he heard me, but choose to not hear me. GRRRRR! He says he is trying to prepare me for the academic wars, but I don't know if that's what I really want to end up doing. I did tell him that, but he said his conscience would bother him if he didn't toughen me up. I thought I was in school, not the Marine Corps, and I already have a father who felt it was his duty to "toughen me up" during my childhood.

This leaves me feeling like the rebellious child who refuses to do what the authority figure says because trying to do what is expected isn't getting me anywhere. My stubborn nature is beginning to take hold, and it's not going to be pretty. It's a good thing spring break is right around the corner. Maybe I'll come back from the break refreshed and ready to make it through the remainder of the semester with a postive attitude. Then again, maybe not. I will be talking in class on Tuesday, even if it's just to correct a date he gave for the English Restoration. It's not 1688, which he kept repeating - it's 1660 - duh. Okay,well maybe not duh. I know everyone doesn't know the date of Charles II's restoration to the throne of England off the top of their head, so I'll cut him some slack. However, he did ask someone in the class who had their laptop to look up the correct date, then never asked for it. Perhaps he wants to rewrite history. If only that were possible I could think of a lot of changes I'd make. Guess I'll have to put it in a play.