Teachers that hate me

I've come to the realization that not all teachers love to teach. They may say they do, may think they do, but I've learned from experience that they in fact, do not. So far I've had two college professors that I don't have any idea WHY they decided to get their teaching degrees. I honestly think they love making people miserable. I think their teaching certificate was just a sneaky tool they decided to get their hands on for the sole purpose of making students, especially young and obnoxious college students, miserable. I never thought I'd have a professor like that... Anywho. They're very tricky, these evil teachers. They'd give a too-smilley-smile that made you uncomfortable.They'd coax you into thinking they're personable and linient on the first day, reading through the syllabus and telling you not to worry, everything will be fine as long as you work hard and do your best. WRONG-O. So far I've had two statistics classes. The content wasn't too horrid but the teachers were, well, part of the evil clan of teachers that were probably sent up from the devil to punish me for all my wrong choices... ha! I didn't do bad in the classes... Just didn't learn much. Funny story... one of these classes was "interactive broadcast." This is when the professor is in a different location and I, with the rest of my class, get to watch a T.V. screen and pipe in when I felt brave over the mic. The bad part of this is the small green button that says if your mic is on or off--you can barely see it. Sometimes you even bump the mic and it turns on, and you speak into the mic without even knowing it. Luckily, most of the time when this happens the other classes (and professor) can just hear static or a slight cough. They quickly inform you that your mic is on, you blush, mumble a quick sorry, and turn it off. You're now obsessed with not touching the mic button and making sure the small green light is off. Too bad for me... One day, while mocking one of my statistics teacher, my notebook decided to magically slide over to the mic, and turn it on at the worst possible moment. The professor stopped talking, and the class went quiet. I looked up at the T.V. screen to see what was going on, for I of course was paying absolutely no attenetion. "Your mic is on" my professor said, staring at me through the television screen, piercing my sole with her evil look. I slid my finger over to the button, shut it off, and stared at my notebook waiting for class to continue. Note to self: don't mock the evil teacher when there's a possibility that your mic might have turned on. I didn't get much sleep that night.