March 10, 2006: I arrived at XXHS at 7:20 am and entered (Morning Mentor)'s classroom. She greeted me quietly but angrily again, and I returned her greeting in an equally quiet, neutral tone.
I sat down in a student chair, and she asked me if I had plans ready for the week following spring break. I could hear the exhaustion in my tone as I told her I did, but that they were not yet fully formalized, by which I meant they weren’t yet written in my lesson plan book. (I planned to do some research over the break and get some better strategies in line for what I was teaching, so I hadn’t yet put my plans on paper—I don’t have time to waste by writing the same plans twice, but I said none of this to her. These are only my thoughts now, as I document these incidents.)
At this, Mentor turned to me and began yelling at me very loudly, to the point of screaming at me. Her exact words were:
“Don’t get smart with me, missy! I control your career and if you can’t show me a decent work-ethic, I will have you kicked out of this program!”
I responded in a low tone that I would not accept this measure of abuse, and immediately left the classroom. Mentor continued to scream at me as I left the building. I do not know what she said, as I left quickly. (I never meant to be or sound snide or rude to her. I’m tired. I’m confused by her swiftly changing attitudes. I’m on guard, and I could hear and see her anger with me. But I responded quietly. I did not yell, nor did I use sarcasm. I simply and honestly answered her initial question about planning. Then she began yelling, almost screaming. I don’t care what I’ve done; I will not tolerate being yelled at in this manner. She lost control, and I find I now both fear her and am concerned for her, as well.)