She's totally on pain medication. I can give you her life story - she's an oversharer. She went to school in Seattle then moved out to NYC to be bohemian. She ended up dating a guy who ran a letterpress and sold one of her expressionist pencil drawings to "the most important collector of sketches in the world." While there, "her work was reviewed in the New York Times." Then she came down with "an illness that messes with my balance and fine motor control", got dumped by her boyfriend and came back to teach at community college. Sucks, I know.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't have to interrogate me as to why I'm drawing feint lines with one pencil and then going over them in another only to say "that's okay, we'll deprogram you" and then command the entire class to do exactly that the next day. Doesn't mean she needs to unload on some poor 50-year-old Japanese divorcee for not understanding by clapping her hands and announcing "now listen I was reviewed in the New York Times and you're all lucky to have me so when I say listen, LISTEN!" Doesn't mean she has a reason to give us all life lessons for half an hour before we can start. Doesn't mean she can put stuff out for us to draw, then move it all fifteen minutes later because she's decided "the light is better this way."

I can feel sorry for her. But I can also acknowledge she doesn't need to be such a bitch.