My medical school ethics professor wrote "see me" instead of a grade on one of my papers, and then added words to the effect of advising me to consider radiology, pathology, or anesthesiology to minimize my contact with people. Yeah his bizarre reaction is a little funny considering I became an anesthesiologist (maybe he was on to something!), but I thought it was a f'd up response then and I still think that.
After that I wrote what I thought he wanted to hear and avoided additional "see me" grades. I don't even remember what I wrote about, but I do remember how it felt. It wasn't kindergarten, I was an adult, and he was trying to indoctrinate me ... but I needed to pass his class and I needed to graduate. I couldn't just walk out, and I couldn't really object without causing more problems. Obviously I "got over it" but it was upsetting. This was in 1997, and while most of my time in medical school is a vague blurry memory now, I remember that vividly. I think he was just a ****ty person who found refuge in academia where he was tolerated as eccentric or something.
Looking on the bright side - telling awful people in power what they want to hear was a useful lesson to learn early on. It served me well in later stages of GME. Many times hence I had to remind myself that I wasn't there to make friends or to be liked by everyone, but rather I was there to acquire a skill set, knowledge, and certificate.
