Favoritism?

I've had enough teachers in time to know that the stricter ones can be completely spontaneous. I feel that generally, no teacher really intends to have every student hate them. Rather, that they are (hopefully) doing their job to the best of their ability and their goal is not for you to like them, but for you to actually learn something, and if that means a no-nonsense attitude toward a class then that's it.
This week I was sitting in class taking notes, and found myself sitting there, debating on whether or not to point out the gramatical error within a section. In the end, I chose not to point it out, fearing the risk that I'd be lectured about talking back or being disrespectful or whatever other offensive action they would think of. Which leads up to my point, sometimes these stricter teachers will see that you noticed and award you a bonus point for being observant or paying attention or whatever. Other times the teacher will deduct points or give you an after-school for the same action.
Which raises another question: Is this a sense of favoritism? Or is it just the spontaneous way people can take a simple statement and feel insulted/offended by it, despite whether that was the speaker's intention? I wonder if teachers would react differently to the same action performed by a different student. For example, say a student who's generally at the top of his class points this out and is awarded a point. Can you see the same teacher awarding that point to a student in the class who generally doesn't take notes and puts his head down?
I would hope that if the latter student pointed out the flaw and the teacher took it offensively, that this would be taken in such a way because they honestly cannot see a situation where such a student would try to be helpful, but rather point this out to make the teacher look inferior. Obviously if such a circumstance were to arise, anyone would be offended.

Journaling?

While this picture might not be very school appropriate because there's a butt, I found it somewhere and it made me smile because it's cute. I love little kids and this baby is adorable. I don't really know what else to say that relates to this picture. I was on the bus this morning and one of the mentally challenged kids started singing. Obnoxiously loud and out of key, and I'd forgotten my headphones at home because I almost missed the bus. So I was forced to listen to this kid sing "Let's Get This Party Started" four times. It was way too early for that. So I haven't really paid much attention to how long I've been typing but I'm going to guess that this has been about ten minutes.

Branded

You make me feel like the red-hot metal,

ready to brand.

Angry and envious,

knowing a secret

you created just for me.

Your manipulative ways,

I just want to scream.

Because you know just how to get under my skin.

Where Were You?

Where were you,

when my whole world fell apart?

In the midst of a minor crisis,

but you still walked away.

the destruction so devastating,

holding up my life on two weakened, trembling arms.

Where were you?

No one came to help me,

when the walls came crashing down.

How can you expect one to rebuild all alone?

Where were you?

In Your Head

A war waged within you,

voices that don't belong.

"Do this or I'll hurt you" one demands.

"You'll never amount to anything."

with a condescending jab.

"Just shove it in and twist,"

It almost sings with an alluring giggle.

He screams out at them,

"But I don't want to do this."

They all begin to speak at once,

Unintelligible blur of nonexistent demands.

None of which something nice to say.

Floating Away

He watches with thought,

puzzled and pondering.

He watches the balloon,

floating up in the sky.

Tiny finger upon his little chin.

Finally calls out to his mother,

"Will it POP when it hits the sun?"