Journal 2

I just realized I was making a McDonald's hamburger. Trying to decide what to write about. I was having one of those low self esteem days that come right before your period. Ugh...So I am being over sensitive about everything. But my teacher made me so mad today. He is such a jerk, and in your face, "I know way more than you" kind of way. He makes me feel like I'm in 7th grade with those teachers that hate you and just make your life awful for no reason at all except that your a 7th grader and they hate all 7th graders. Even though you might not be the average 7th grader. Ugh.......Why do you have to flaunt your intelligence in my face? I KNOW your a doctor for crying out loud. You know way more than me of course! But why do you make me feel bad for asking a question that I really want the answer to, and basically tell me that was a stupid question and then say to the whole class, "there are no stupid questions." Why do I have to respect him for being a "professor" when he doesn't show me respect for being a student??? I could just be one of the other ignorant people out in the world, but I'm trying to better my life and my family's life, and he makes me feel like an idiot. I'm so mad at him. I almost said well sorry for asking and thank you for making me feel like unintelligent, that was great. But I know that doesn't sound smart enough. I need to come up with something really awesome and super educated and say it on the last day of class. He'd never expect it from me because he thinks I'm just this quiet girl who does all of her homework. Why do doctors have those God complexes....who cares if they know about the body. Most doctors give you all the wrong tests before they give you the right one anyways. I just saw this show on Netflix and they said the U.S has the 2nd highest infant mortality rate in the world because of the fact that less than 1% of women in this country use a midwife. Most use a OBGYN and sadly a lot of dying moms and babies! That makes me not want to be a doctor right there. They're so haughty.....some of them anyways. That felt good to get out. I'm not so mad anymore. Writing is like this secret friend you can yell at and cry to and tell your funniest jokes to and it will never react any differently then you want it to. 


-Kayla