I choose to take this class to help me become a better photographer. To boost myself up. To be more involved in myself, and the things I wanted to become. Instead I feel I was pushed down. I felt everything I did was wrong, I had no freedom in the photos I took. He would get mad if we were to do something wrong or if we asked him several questions. But thats not how people learn, thats not how I learn. I can't just hear you say it once and become a master at it. It takes time to become good at a new thing. It takes practice. I never really got. When he spoke to me, his whole mood would change. The tone in his voice would turn really snobby. He would get an attitude with me for no reason. Just because I wasn't ass good as the rest of the students. I worked hard in this class, to get him to see that the way he is treating me is not the me I am. Other students in this room can back me up to say that he did in fact act differently words me. Little did he know all of that drove my depression into the ground. Everyday I come to this class I feel less and less like a wanted part of satiety. I felt useless, unwanted and he made that very clear to me. Thanks to him. My dreams were crushed.