This is a long one

I (21f) had a tire blow out that totaled my car on the first week of class and missed a class. You can only miss 2 or you fail. So I thought "well that sucks but hopefully I'll be okay for the rest of the quarter." I was not "okay." My dad died a month and a half later unexpectedly and I only had a few more weeks to finish out the quarter. My grades were all B+ or better. I decided to try and finish out the quarter, and soon discovered that that was not what my instructor wanted me to do. I lived in hell in 3 weeks of fear, mourning, sleepless nights, anxiety while I tried to hold everything together. During this time, my instructor had me sign a contract saying basically if I don't do every single thing perfect then I will get kicked out of the program. I flew out of state for the weekend for the funeral and also of course packed 20lbs of my books to study while I was there. I came back to clinicals Monday morning after experiencing my first funeral ever that also happened to be my dads, and was sassily sighed at and told, "maybe you should just drop out" by my instructor as I became emotional in front of her. She went through the motions of being my instructor and clearly gave up on me after I refused to give up. (Not caring to teach me, leaving while she was supposed to be watching me do assessments on a patient) She made it harder for me every chance possible while trying to paint herself to be the good guy. Then, when she found out that I had talked to my classmates about how I was being treated, she whipped out the rubric and threatened to fail me for "student misconduct." She silenced me with the threat of being kicked out of the program. So I stuck it out til the last day of clinicals, waited until every student had their meeting with the instructor as I waited in agony, only for her to tell me to meet back at the school. (We were at the nursing home for clinicals) i had spent 15 hours working on a care plan that she set extremely high standards for, knowing she was going to fail me anyway and never even read it. Then, she ushered me to leave quietly after telling me that I failed by saying, "if I were you, I'd be on the next plane to AK" (my husband lives there) I'm in therapy now.