sophomore year, 2005. Took drama class as an elective because I was genuinely interested in learning a thing or two. The class turns out to be a nightmare. The students are divided in half. One half are the students that want to actually learn and participate, and the other half were just students that needed to choose an elective and decided drama class was the one. Okay, so this is going to sound racist, but I'm going to point out that they were all black students, and they also happened to be pretty hood/thuggish. (as in all red everything, loud hyphy music blasting from their sidekick II during class.) This made the class EXTREMELY awkward. Anywho, our teacher, we'll call her Ms. S, would try to engage in these acting warm ups, and the interested half of the class would always be eager to participate while the uninterested half of the class would just sit there all pouty, saying stuff like "this shit gay as hell" and so on. We'd eventually bicker about the tension, sometimes during the entire class. We could all tell that Ms. S was starting to lose it, because she has never dealt with this kind of situation. This butting of heads occurred EVERY DAY, for weeks. Nothing ever got accomplished. One day during an intense back n forth bicker between the halves, Ms. S just screamed out loud, like she got really hysterical and started cussing and crying and left the room. The classroom went silent for the first time ever. Everyone was just sitting there, jaw-dropped, trying to process what actually just happened. Minutes later, the counselor walks in and tries to figure out what the problem was. He remained til the bell rang. The next day, Ms. S was back, and she seemed defeated. All we did for the rest of the semester was watch black people-themed movies during the entire period. It's like she gave in, she didn't know how to please them, so she just tried to make them happy with the black-related movies. That was hands down the worst, most dramatic teacher meltdown I've witnessed.