Hello, I've been on Reddit for a while and this is a throwaway for this post.  There is a ton of backstory to understand how the dynamics of the class are set up and to understand where I fit in into all of it. You're free to skip it and just read the issue, but it might help to get some of the background. I may have gone into a little too much detail, but I'd rather give more than less so everything is clear. 

\*\*Backstory:\*\*  

Currently, I'm in a 7 month class for Medical Assisting. The class is full of females, low income, usually single/young moms. Now I want to preface this by saying that I'm in this class to get experience and education for a proper job while I work my way to med school. Most of these other ladies either want to stop here and just get a career to help their family or because they MAY want to go into nursing. Basically, I'm the only one in the class with a proper plan and doing more than just taking care of the house/kids as I live w/ my bf, take 12 hours of classes (college classes 11am-4pm as well as this MA class which is itself 6 hours a day, 4 days a week 530p,-11pm), and work on the weekends. I also have anxiety and depression that I am battling during all of it, hence my lack of patience for stupidity/bitchiness/drama. I know it sounds like I think I'm better than everyone, but honestly, I'm broke as fuck too. Most of these ladies at this time (they've since finished their mods and moved on and have been replaced by wonderful people) acted like they were doing God's work because they had kids. Me talking about how much work I had would be met with "oh you just get good grades, its probably not even hard for you." whilst ALSO thinking that, because I talk to the teacher a lot because I'm literally suicidal that I'm getting extra help LOLOL. What a joke. So yea, I resent these bitches quite a bit for how they treated me and another student in the class. As if it's our fault that they do worse than us because they fail to put in the same amount of effort that we do. 

To explain the dynamics of this class, I have to explain how the course is set up. Basically, it is a modular system. For those that haven't heard of it (I didn't when I first started), instead of setting the course/academic year off semesters or quarters, we have a grading period each month and a unit that goes with that month. There is a set order for the course and the course starts at mod #110 and goes to mod # 116 or some such, after which it starts again at 110. New students, instead of starting at the beginning of the whole course (110), usually just start at the beginning of the new mod. This means that the rest of the class could be in a completely different point in the course for themselves. Your first mod may be your classmate's third mod while for someone else, it may be their last mod. 

When I first started, there were four other students that started that mod with me and we have since become very good friends. The rest of the class had, to that point, only dealt with 1 or 2 new students. Also, I want to add that the class is \*full\* of Spanish-speaking, Latinas. I, myself, am south-Asian and, as such, have no comprehension of the language or the culture. I'm very quiet, keep to myself, and try to be nice to everyone. I'm not the most outgoing person ever, but I have tons of experience being the quiet, new kid and know I handle it best if I just stay out of everyone's way. This worked very well for the first 3-4 weeks (or so I thought) and I was blissfully going through class thinking all was right with the world. Since the class was full of women \*who have children, sometimes full-grown high school-aged children\*, I just did not think there would be any kind of drama. Also, considering I go to university, I've seen my fair share of classroom settings and, suffice it to say, I have \*never\* seen drama in those classes that compare to the likes of what I faced in this class. 

I'm not going to go too much into that as that drama involves a different person whose antics I don't even want to go into. Her name will be Grace. Just understand it was a LOT of shit-talking, lying to administrators, and dropping little firecrackers of bullshit so she could watch it explode in glee. Grace also made one of the smartest people in the class (besides me, no offense to anyone else there) her enemy by bullying her to the point of tears and causing her to have anxiety every day before class. (We'll call her Allison)Why? Because my teacher asked her to stop sharing notes with the rest of the class because they weren't doing any of their own studying and were actually just freeloading off Allison because they couldn't be bothered to put in the work themselves(they would just not show up for 2 out of the 4 days, show up the day before the test to take notes from her and leave during the dinner break. What the actual fuck?). Most people in the class thought it was Allison's decision to stop, but the teacher literally told her she would fail her if she didn't stop unfairly helping other people. My teacher made this announcement in class stating that it was her who told Allison to stop sharing notes and that was my first signal that everything wasn't as hunky dory as I expected. Cue 4 more months of bullshit between Grace and Allison during which Grace turned her target on me because I was also competing with Allison for best grades in the class. My notes are impeccable and I have a photographic memory. Also, since my full-time job is basically studying, I don't do anything else. Also, I want to go to med school, so yes. I will be working my ass off. 

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\*\*Issue:\*\*  

Now, since the backstory is done, I can actually go into the issue. Like I said before, most of these women have kids and are single/married. The girl I had an issue with is called Asia. She is 24 and has a 3-year-old. I am 23. So we're pretty similar in age here but with different responsibilities. My teacher sat me next to Asia so that I could help her out. I have no problem with this as long as I don't have to go too much out of my way (I have so much freaking studying to do and stayed up until 2-3am every day trying to get shit done. I was at my wit's end and had zero time to take someone under my wing). To be fair, I don't think my teacher literally expected that as she knew how crazy my schedule was. (I also actually enjoy helping my classmates and used to offer my notes of my own accord to help people out, but a bunch of the bitchy girls got miffed when I didn't have time for a few weeks and thought I was lying so I didn't have to give it to them.) So throughout the weeks, I would answer Asia's, often stupid, questions and let her know the important points I was taking in my notes. I reviewed with her on test days during the dinner hour, tested her on vocab before the quiz, helped her on her homework, etc.  I'm a strong believer in "teach a man to fish" rather than "give him one" so I tried my best to give her tips to improve her self-studying. Even so, she barely passed her classes. Not surprised, honestly. She would frequently come into class on test day telling me she "had no time to study" because "took a 3-hour nap" and only had time to get here. Like, okay, sweetie. So obviously, the end of mod comes around at one point and she realizes she is failing. She is in a very bad mood. The desks we sit at are long desks, the kind you get in computer labs in colleges. hence, if one person shakes the desk, the whole row is shaken. As I said before, my notes are impeccable. I take tons of time color-coding, writing everything out with pencil then going back and writing over it, using calligraphy for headers, etc. I use these notes all the time and I like to have something nice to look at. Asia, not understanding or caring, just started slamming shit down on the table. Like, I'm talking taking a gigantic, hardcover textbook and slamming it down on the table so everything was shaking. She took her bag and slammed that on the table too. She threw her heavy ass, full as pencil box and threw it onto the keyboard and even bumped into my right hand (dominant) whilst she was doing all this.  

\-I looked at her and asked "Hey can you please stop slamming your stuff on the table, its shaking everything and messing up my notes.  Sorry." I even added a sorry in there in case I came off as demanding.  

\-This bitch didn't even look up and said: "if you don't like it, you can move."  

\-I was so taken aback by her attitude, I responded "Excuse me?" to give her a chance to backtrack and because I genuinely didn't understand her rudeness.  

\-She was like "You heard me." At this point, I was seething. As I said before, I \*do not\* have time for unnecessary rudeness, bullshit, or drama. NONE. Also, the fact that I was on edge all this time, my anger was always just boiling under the surface.  

\-So I coolly tell her "If you have something else on your mind, that's fine. Don't be taking that shit out on me."  

\-And she was like "This is my spot. I can do what I want. If you don't like it, move." There wasn't anything I was comfortable doing at that point because I knew if I opened my mouth, I would say something I regretted. So I shut up. The next day, I stay 3 rows back from her and didn't even bother to look at her when she walked in. She came up to me and apologized saying "I don't want to have bad blood between us. We spend so many hours in this class, we don't have time for drama." Agreed. I was kind of done with her shit by this point; she talks about everyone behind their back and doesn't put in any effort for her work but throws a tantrum every time this is reflected in her grades. She then bitches about how Allison gets good grades (and probably how I got good grades too, lmao). Our relationship was k