Through the Living Wrath

I can't anymore

I can't do work for my teacher. It's legitimately getting worse and worse, and the lowest point of every day is entering her class. I'm always afraid that she'll call me to talk to her and I'll have no response to her except to tell her that she's a terrible teacher.

A recurring metaphor I have thought up for the situation (yes, this is the extent of my frustration) is as follows:

She spat in my eyes and asked me to follow her. When I can't, and won't, she spits at my feet.

And I don't know what I'm going to do. I can barely function, I've become more and more impulsive, and my brain shuts down every time I think of the class. Which is often.

She met with my mother (Grudgingly mind you. Guidance had to call her to secure the meeting.) for an hour and a half and gave no ground. Apparently, she told my mom that she would let me redo my assignments, but whenever I try to mention it, she acts like she didn't. I'm going to try to pressure her to acknowledge it, but... I'm not confident. (This being done by emailing her that I turned in my assignments that had poor grades, and maybe saying I was hoping to get the grade up...)

But I don't know what to do if that doesn't work.