Corydaman93 wrote:
PunkyKat wrote:
Third grade. I had a horrible teacher who would remind the other students how weird I was so any chaces of potental friendship and being included were thrown out the window.
I honestly can't believe that!
Believe it or not, that's what happened. I learned very quick that being a teacher isn't symonious with being a saint. The teacher in Pink Floyd's "The Wall" is just a brat who needs some coffe compared to what I endured.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-ISJAct04Y&feature=related[/youtube]
I wanted to kill that woman so bad. I don't anymore because she's no longer a problem for me. At least physicaly. I came across her e-mail adress and aparently she is still teaching at the same school. I'm considering writing to her and thanking her for wrecking my life and giving me so many mental scars and that I will dance at her funeral.
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I'm not weird, you're just too normal.