Douche of the Day Goes to...
So, my grandma, "Mom-Mom", went into the hospital on Saturday night with a severe kidney infection and was released Sunday morning. Sunday afternoon she was rushed back to the hospital after the infection spread to her blood and heart. She is currently still there being treated with serious anti-biotics. We've all been very stressed and I've pretty much been glued to my phone for any updates because she lives in Pennsylvania with most of my family. Since I found out she was sick I have been trying to get in touch with her so that I can tell her how much I love her and demand that she gets better, but I wasn't able to reach her until this morning. Mom-Mom is 84 and I am very concerned.
This morning I called my dad and asked if he had any updates and he said that she's still in the hospital but that he was on the way to visit her. I told him to please call me, regardless of the time, if he had any news.
Jump to me being in my French class. My phone is in my pocket (it is always in my bag during that class) and I feel it start to vibrate. I check, and it's my dad. I excuse myself from the class and go in the hallway. My dad asks if I have time to talk to Mom-Mom and of course I'm like "oh my god, absolutely". I talk to her and remind her how much I love her, etc. Beg her to take care of herself and let her know that a card from me, my brother, and my mom is on the way. She sounded terrible. Mom-Mom is a fiery woman and she's tough as nails. The voice on the other end of the phone was very weak. I told her to get some rest and she said goodbye to me.
After that I went back to my class and continued French as usual. At the end of the class I went up to my professor to apologize for taking a phone call and explained the situation to him. He then proceeded to reprimand me for having my phone in class. He told me it was disrespectful and unprofessional to have my phone and that it needs to be turned off and stay in my bag for the entirety of class, regardless of the situation. He actually said that I was better off skipping class that day because I was a distraction to my peers and myself. Then he slipped in a half-hearted, "Oh, and I hope your grandma's situation improves."
I walked back to my dorm shocked, embarrassed, and extremely upset. In conclusion, my French professor is a heartless douche and I hate him.