go grab your guns and your switchblade knives

Today, is, possibly, the worst Valentine's day I have ever had. Because today is one of the worst days I have had, in a while. Not due to romantic things, of course. I am single and totally okay with that. The issue is, my english teacher HATES ME.
"Again?" you might ask? Yes. Again.
The awful part is, I thought she LIKED me. I did. But today, she asks me to SEE HER AFTER CLASS. Never, in the history in my life, has a teacher wanted me to see them after class for a negative reason. That is not an exaggeration. So I see her after class. And she tells me that she has been finding my behaviour to be 'rude' and 'passive aggressive.' WHAT? WHAT? WHY...? NO.
I don't even, I just. I'm not! I am, totally, not rude or passive aggressive in her class. Ever. So, as she's sitting there telling me she ought to report me to the office for disrespectful behaviour towards a staff member and I'm trying not to cry, I'm literally trying to figure out where she is getting this completely ass-backwards impression from. And the only thing I can think of is the sorts of questions I ask in class. Like, I once asked 'Why does the author's opinion matter?' and I guess maybe she could construe that as disrespectful but it TOTALLY WASN'T. I literally want to know why the author's opinion matters. Also, I've noted that sometimes teachers can be off-put by me wanting to know what their personal opinion is, if the topic interests me. So... I guess, I don't even know. Because, in my opinion, reading is more to extract your own message, and I don't think it matters what the author INTENDED the message to be. So I wanted to know what her take on that was, because, you know, I RESPECT her.
Sorry for the weird and innapropriate use of capitalization here, I'm totally regressing back into a 12-year-old speech pattern. BECAUSE OF MY OUTRAGE. I'm just. I'm completely horrified. I'm shocked and chagrined! as Cenk Uygur would say. I just. Oh my god. I cannot. Even.
This has never, ever happened to me before! This hasn't even happened with a person, much less a teacher. I just. I. Why? Why is this happening to me? And now I have to be in her English class for the rest of the semester. And know that she doesn't like me the entire time.
So, what am I supposed to do? I think I'll probably end up just sitting there, sullenly, the entire class and never ask a single question or inject my personality into a single essay. I feel like I am physically having a panic attack. I. Oh my god. What if she tells my QUIZBOWL COACH? He is also an English teacher. What if she says, 'Oh my god, I have this problem child who is wildly disrespectful and her name is Frances.' and then my Quizbowl coach fires me. From quizbowl. Oh, my god.
I... probably, have other things to say right now, but I can't think of them. Because I feel physically ill and am probably going to cry at some point today.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!