Tell me, do they care?

I started off this year thinking I was going to get along great with a certain teacher. She liked Bukowski, and thought I was a good writer. What else do I need right? Well, about 3/4 of the way through the first semester she caught me texting in class. One time. Oops, mistake, learned from it. Second semester rolls around and I'm suddenly on her hit list. Right before the semester ended I turned in a project I had been working on for an entire month. I had taken pictures to relate to a poem and I had put so much effort into it. She gave me a B- and told me to put effort in next time. I'm sorry if I'm not the best photographer in the world, or if I see things differently than other people. Strike one. I went in to turn in my first semester final, and got more than I bargained for. With Bryan and another student standing in the room, she told me that my workshopping comments are horrible and that I'm horrible at feedback...oh and that she liked my bangs. So instead of telling me in private where I STILL would have felt like a real idiot, she decided to embarass me in front of other people. Strike two. She accused me of texting in class when I was writing in my planner, and proceeded to make me stand up in front of the class to make sure my phone didn't fall out of my lap or anything. It didn't. Strike three. I turned in an assignment for class that I had written about things at Valley. I got 20 copies back today telling me revision ideas and such. I got a lot of "try not to make it sound so whiney" and things like that. Fine, point taken. But from my teacher I got "Who cares what the football player in period thre thinks or the person who asks a lot of questions thinks about your essay?" which was sarcasm about how I wrote this horribly, which was followed by "or the teacher who has no doubt bored you to tears and scolded you for texting, which is all you really like to do anyway?" Instead of just insulting my writing viciously, she insults me. Texting is not my life, and I'm pretty sure I'd pay more attention in her class if she didn't constantly pick on me for texting WHICH I DON'T DO. Strike four. Then, another student told me that she went in to talk to her and my teacher had mentioned my essay. She told her it was written poorly and stupid. Since when were teachers allowed to tell other students the quality of my work? Since when were they allowed to insult it and try to ridicule me in front of a class over and over again? Strike five.

I'm pretty pissed, and I'm starting to really hate writing, the one thing I like. Am I being ridiculous or is there something wrong with the way I'm being treated?