I guess it could be called intimidation. He wasn't yelling, but he raised his voice at me. We were reviewing an exam from last week, and the floor was open to questions about the problems in the exam and why certain things on the test were just so. A few others asked questions, and I had a question of my own, so I asked when called upon. My question was why items held on consignment are not considered assets (I'm an accounting major). It wasn't because I didn't know the answer to that and that I should have. He didn't challenge me that way. What he did was he raised his voice at me and grilled me about what the journal entry might be for an item held on consignment (since it's not a balance sheet item there wouldn't be one). His posture, tone of voice, and expression were very strong and I was intimidated by it. The professor is one of those business-type people who are highly energetic and always know what to say and have this kind of enthusiasm when dealing with other people that makes them want to deal with him (I guess, since he's told me that I should be more like him and that was one reason why). I was in two different mental health clinics when I was in elementary school, and through most of elementary, middle, and high school I was in special education. As an adult I eventually came to realize that the therapists and teachers I had were all training me to become subdued when someone else--like a parent or teacher--raised their voice or used some kind of offensive attitude. I also cannot assert myself to others or speak up for myself or question anything without feeling like I'm going to be slapped or yelled at (or told to leave in a classroom setting), and while I doubt most people would hit me, I can't imagine being anything but subdued if I was yelled at. I don't know if anyone else knows what I mean by this. The way my professor dealt with me felt as if he was hitting all of those submission triggers built into me in special education. Fortunately it happened at the end of class, but when I drove home I still felt pretty shaken by it. I don't know what I did or why he did that to me. He's also my adviser, and I went to him the week after spring break for career advice, and he all but broke me down there in the hallway outside of his office, telling me that I'm too stiff (I don't know how to un-stiffen, really) and criticizing the way I dress, accusing me of being too negative and unfriendly (he only sees me at class time), not smiling enough, and giving brief answers to questions. He was pleased to tell me all sorts of things that were wrong with me, and all I had done was sought job advice from him, and he made it out like I would not be successful in getting a job at all.