mini morten is a guy from our class who has the same exact face as morten münster (go google him or something) which is a danish youtuber who is really popular and the reason he is mini morten is because he is no hate 4feet tall or some shit like that so yeah.
I’m Breaking Our Silence… Our Story Needs to be Told…
Note: Real names will NOT be used and the name of the school will NOT be mentioned for safety purposes.
I’m going to tell a story about a class, a class quite frankly no English Major should be taking as it’s truly a scam.
People like to throw around the notion that university is a scam, well, in this particular instance it is a scam. We were scammed in the worst way possible, taking a “required” course for our English Degrees that no other school in the country has to take. This class is called “Junior Seminar”, a class of anything but its branded title.
About The Class: Our Experience
It’s a “themed seminar class” (we use this term lightly) for English majors and must be a declared English major, Secondary-Education English major, or English minor.
Now this class was none of that, there was no “theme”- well, other than it being Hell I suppose there would be no other theme. This class was not what we were promised. We were promised a rich experience that would strengthen our comprehensive understanding of English and literary history as well as enriching us with the knowledge necessary for understanding complex literature. We received 12 weeks of rubbish, belittling, insulting, ridicule, and targeted harassment as well as off topic nonsense that would hinder our learning experience completely.
We received word last minute about the sudden change in professors around August 15th-18th due to our assigned professor going on maternity leave (congrats on the baby, Professor A!!) and being assigned a familiar face, Professor V. Now Professor V was actually a very welcome surprise for many of us as we had previous classes with her and we had zero issues, if anything we were happy and beyond excited to see her be our professor yet again. However, that quickly became a nightmare no one was expecting.
The class started off smoothly with a clear syllabus and with a somewhat clear outlook as to what we would do, nothing out of the ordinary, start off with Shakespeare’s The Tempest and move onto other titles like Jazz and Crazy Brave later on. However, we soon realized that this was not what the syllabus, the literal class outline, had at all for the week after we covered The Tempest. We watched a movie called Orlando, and truthfully, we are still baffled as to how that even happened as it was NOT on the syllabus- though, seeing as the professor is the biggest simp for Virginia Woolf this was bound to happen. We spent multiple three hour classes to watch the movie after a heavy political rant or the nonstop talk about how Professor V absolutely adores Virginia Woolf.
How long did we spend on Virginia Woolf? Oh about four weeks. Four painful weeks of utter rubbish.
We went multiple weeks following an entirely new syllabus that we never planned for nor were aware of. We were at Week 7-8 when we started talking about our important 15-20 page paper that is due at the end of week 12. We have every right to be angry, voice our frustration.
“Your paper seems rushed… yeah…” or “That’s not how Virginia Woolf is, I believe something different” mixed with comments about her biased narrative on said author and characters. No, the paper was not rushed, YOU graded it twenty minutes before class was to start and the student had turned it in days prior and put countless hours into the paper/review.
Whenever we would turn things in we would receive strange feedback, sometimes insulting feedback about how it did not fit “her narrative” or her “ideology” solely because of how an individual interpreted a character or a story. I’m partially convinced some of this harsh criticism was racially motivated or biased towards specific individuals and/or groups of students.
We were given multiple “Pop Up” projects where we had to present in front of the class over some random and unrelated topic and create slides, a pamphlet, a zine, or anything. It was ridiculous. We were given random movies to watch because she felt like it, she thought it would fit with the lesson that quite literally did not fit the class or a lesson plan that is intended for an upper division English course.
It’s Week 12, the class has technically finished and we are STILL writing our papers. We are STILL suffering, she made so many last minute changes to how she wants our paper that it’s pissing us off. “Highlight the topic sentence of each paragraph”, “underline the thesis so I don’t get confused”, “italicize this and bold that” it’s no longer MLA… she legit told us to our faces on Thursday during class that is MLA.
I’m an English major and the things she CLAIMS are MLA are NOT MLA. I want to know what the hell she is on because I am about to snap.
The Group Chat
Now, for complete transparency I will add that I did make a class Discord chat, I sent out invites to my classmates who I knew needed a place to vent frustrations, talk things over, or even request help if needed for an assignment. I wanted this space to be one where all of us could unwind and vent without needing to say so verbally. However, that all changed when a student let’s call her M tattled on us and said that there was a chat where people were “saying mean things”. I will be honest, while harsh, these were vents from students and myself. Venting is normal and it’s good for people to do. Especially students with a professor who is not teaching what she is supposed to.
I deleted the chat the second M decided to start acting strange, J said we needed to get the chat taken down, G, K and E agreed too. We all knew something was up as M never shows up to class and suddenly has this intense look of “I will do something to ruin you lot”.
The next week we started class and noticed the professor was angry, M sat across from us in the classroom with this evil smirk on her face that told that she did something and would enjoy what happened next. The professor was furious that we excluded her from the group chat and even said we were frustrated with how the class was going.
“This never would’ve happened if I was a man!” She said loudly.
“It was like… ruining my learning experience…” said another girl who never showed up to class nor joined the group chat. “The professor should have been involved in the chat.”
“If the professor was there wouldn’t that take away from freedom of speech?” Said J.
J stood up to the professor for calling people out for this and for saying a class group chat falls under freedom of speech and expression, legally, it does and is allowed as long as no illegal activity happens such as narcotics and other nastiness.
The professor claimed she went to the department head and turned us in but the second J said she would record everything and call in the department head to be witness to the professor’s outbursts the woman froze and you could tell she was scared. Which lead us to believe that the “telling the department” was a bluff and she never did. If she truly told the department about everything then why was she so scared of a student saying she wants to bring the department in as witness?
“You cant talk to the professor like that!” Said a student, however, J was being very civil and respectful but stern. J was not going to tolerate this woman disrespecting her in front of the entire class because she was angry.
Throughout the evening, M kept glaring at my friends and I on the opposite end of the room with a psychotic look that meant “I am watching you all”. She would get up and walk slowly behind K and G looking at their screens and even flipped me off on her way out of the room.
While we did apologize to the professor, who was very thankful for the apology and even wanted to start over again with us, we still kept a secret chat to vent as a small closed group of four. We weren’t going to let her or anyone else find out.
Shortly after class I received this message in my tumblr inbox directly after the class from who we now believe was from M:
Hello “Blume” or should I say [censored], yes, you were a breeze to find. I remember the zine you made in one class, I remember the cover you drew, I saw you working on editing your business page once by chance in the [censored] Cafe. I hope you enjoyed the show during class, I certainly did. Just know [censored], I will be monitoring you specifically.
It hit me, M was in my other classes from last semester and in the Zine Club I left. We also competed in a writing competition and I won third place while she placed somewhere else behind me. I knew M was the person who disrespected me in the publishing class in the Google Doc. It all made sense. M was angry and wanted to do something to me no matter what the consequences were.
After Halloween, I told the professor about the message and her response to me was “Well you can’t turn it in to the school as it has no name to the sender, just anonymous. You can’t tell the department either. You must remain silent.”
I told my friends and they were speechless, what professor says something like that?!
The next week or so I had a meeting with the professor and talked about the situation again, she HINTED heavily that M knows I told her. Meaning that the professor TOLD M everything.
“Well perhaps that student knows you spoke up and that’s a problem… yeah…”
M knew, I realized that a few classes later when she showed up unbelievably early when the classroom was empty and I was alone. M saw me in the window’s reflection and bursted in angrily. I swear the energy in the room changed and felt suffocating when she entered. M sat across the room from me and glared at me all hunched over as she typed away on her computer. I texted J immediately saying bi needed to leave the room, thankfully J was in the lobby down the hall so I could go there for safety.
I grabbed my coffee and left my bag with my laptop and iPad which are passcode locked in my bag on the floor strategically placed so I would know if it was moved or tampered with. I left with my phone, earbud case, and coffee. I wanted to make it look like I was going to pick something up outside and would be right back. M just glared evilly and kept her eyes on me. It was creepy.
Throughout class M never took her eyes off me, it scared me but I played it cool. I refused to let her scare me. I kept silent, not wanting to say or do anything.
When class finished I told my parents everything, I said I did not feel safe, my dad began to sit in the lobby when I was in class because he did not know what that psycho could do. I never felt more in danger than then.
How Did M Know?
Simple, M and Professor V seem to have this strange bond, it’s almost as if M has her wrapped around her finger. M follows her out to her car and chats, pulls her to the hallway to chat and even plays the innocent sweetheart card to look like the ideal person. Professor V is blind to that and would likely tell M anything if M asked. Professor V would likely let anything slip because she has sort of claimed M as a favourite of sorts, even spending the last class talking with M the most all buddy-buddy as if they get coffee every Saturday morning together.
It would not surprise me if Professor V told M about how she saw the message M sent me and how I am onto her. I would not be surprised in the slightest….
Conclusion…
In the end we will all be talking to the department head when our grades drop, we are done. We went through hell.
This story will continue when we talk to the department head. I will share what happens next. This story is far from over…
Y'know for a while I haven't tried to become one with the rest of my eighth grade class bc for some weird ass reason literally every other grade has manageable people who aren't mean and two faced for no reason
but like today I went outside to hang out with some friends I haven't talked to for a while and this shit happened
"thank god (person) is gone she keeps trying to steal ppls bf's"
HUH?! WHY. WHAT SHIT AM I MISSING NOWADAYS BRO
How does one even get such reputation 🤨
and they told me so casually lik did they 100% think I wasn't gonna tell someone who thought they were at least acquaintances is actually talking smack bout them and why were they right???
cause if there's one thing I know abt my class is that snitches get fucking stitches and I'm not about to go to the fucking principal over it and then get shunned by 90% of my class for it
then there's the part where I'm just learning that I hav some kind of special privilege with some ppl for some reason I guess???
bc I rarely talk to some of my classmates so sometimes I just get gossip bombed and they're like "Yeah I know you ain't gonna snitch on me you seem like the kind of person to shut their lips on something like this"
and they're right 😅 most of the time sometimes shit goes to far but that's just the eighth grade for ya
legit, favoritism goes far places with me I guess because there's a lil war going on and there's a guy who is like "yuh you're the exception I wasn't yellin at chu" I c
Can someone explain to my body that answering a question in class IS NOT A FIGHT OR FLIGHT SITUATION. no need for shaky hands and rapid heartbeats plz.. it's just a stupid question
