I think I know which student complained about me for missing class because I was in the ER after falling on the ice and tearing my hamstring. Today she sat at the very front of the classroom directly facing me with her arms crossed glaring at me all hour in class as I taught the class on crutches.

The hatred was kind of a give away. She would've scared Darth Vader, yo.

But that's ok, three older non-traditional students were so excited about class that they hung out in my office for an hour afterwards and we had excited chats about class stuff. It was nice.

Thanks for your support. It made me appreciate the nice students who were excited and not let my PTSD hypervigilance only settle on the one who hated everything about the whole class hour. I made an appointment for one of the nice ones to come have a happy chat about some more class material next Wednesday, too.

Not everybody hates me. :-)