Squinty Eyed Anger

I have complained about my Wednesday night class before. The teacher treats us like we're children, not grad students. He uses phrases such as: "Please come prepared to represent BU's graduate program to the rest of the world" (when we had a guest lecture) and "I can see that you have potential, but I didn't see that here" (when his unclear instructions caused me to turn in something "rougher" than he wanted). For christ's sake, I'm 24. When I said, "well, I apologize. I didn't fully understand what you were asking for, and there has been so much changing of the schedule that I was also a little unclear as to what was due when. I'm happy to work with you to give you what you were looking for," he said, "the due dates never changed." And then, "well, you are ultimately responsible for how well you do in this class, I'm just trying to help you." Passive aggressive, much? This brings me to a larger problem here, which is that, since coming here, I have spent quite a bit of time suppressing my rage and fighting the urge to do physical damage to people and objects. Not that I ever would, or could do that, but this is not conducive to learning. Clearly, I am sitting here fuming 24 hours after that little chat, unable to concentrate on the work I apparently didn't do a week ago. The fact that he thought he needed to sit me down and talk to me about my "performance" in the class, rather than discuss with me the questions that I had included when I submitted the document in question (i.e. "Please let me know if this is not what you were looking for, as I have been a little unclear on this assignment") drives me crazy. It's like he only knows what to do with a problematic student, so he's decided I am one. This might be a decent time to add that the project in question basically ethnography, in that we have to go out into Boston to look at a local, current music-making. Fascinating, I'm sure. But I'm not an ethnomusicologist for a reason, and this is not an ethnomusicology class. I don't enjoy interviewing people, and I don't enjoy being condescended to. Between him, Marty, and money, I'm this close to telling this place to shove it. I came for graduate level education and quasi-professional experiences, not high school quality "academic guidance" and narrow minded artistic direction. People keep telling me to just grin and bear it, but am I really such a reactionary pain in the ass to object to this kind of thing in a program I'm paying to attend?