The offending class was Spanish 201. What should have been my favorite class turned out to be a twice-a-week nightmare. Why? Because the professor (I'm using that term loosely) was the WORST. EVER. I will now present my best piece of evidence to support this fact. I feel no need to add more, because I think it speaks for itself (although I feel compelled to mention that all of the other teachers except one that I've had at the school have been really good, so this thankfully isn't representative of the quality of education at my school).
I had to miss class to attend a funeral. I emailed the teacher to ask what I should look over before the next class. Here is a screenshot of her response, completely unedited (and just so there is no confusion, English IS her first language):