From what I've heard from Davidjosepha about his new potential teacher, she sounds like she's the kind of teacher that likes to flame their student.
Just to clarify, this woman will not be my piano teacher. She's merely the person who assigns me to a piano teacher. If I thought I'd be dealing with passive aggressive comments like she made all term, I would quit lessons.
Thank you, 49410enrique and quantum, so much for the help. You've made me feel much better, and have been helpful in preparing physically and mentally for Sunday. I hadn't considered the idea you mentioned, quantum, but it certainly makes sense. Once my initial emotional reaction subsided, I realized that she is right--it
is a huge step from what I was playing 6 months ago to what I'm playing now, but given that I've practiced more in the past 6 months than in the 2 years before that, it makes sense that I would progress a huge amount in that time. If I were more confident in myself and my playing, I would have taken her incredulity as a compliment, although my insecurity got the best of me. I guess the thing I'm most upset about is the idea she might think I'm trying to play hard pieces just to be cool or something, which really hurts, given that I honestly don't value technical ability for anything other than increasing my options when choosing pieces.
I'm going to show up Sunday and play the Rach prelude the best I can, and there's nothing I can do other than that. If I mess up royally and she gets her fix of "I told you so", so be it. The worst thing that happens is I get placed with a teacher who initially thinks I'm a lower level than I am, in which case it should be very obvious in a short amount of time what my actually abilities are, and we can move from there.
Also, I heard someone else call her a pregnant dog for something completely unrelated, so it makes me happy to know I'm not the only one who finds her distasteful.
College is pretty great, by the way, although I'm feeling a tad homesick. It's a weird feeling--I feel a little weird not going to sleep in my own bed until I realize that the bed I'm going to sleep in will now be my own bed more than the one at home, at which time I feel even weirder.
Thanks everyone for cheering me up, you guys should be therapists or something

Edit: I didn't type "pregnant dog", damn language filters.