A few come to mind. When in 3rd grade, my younger sister was prone to severe seizures. One morning, after a bad one, (me and my brothers had to help hold her down) I was late for school. Since I had been late a few times that month for the same reason, my teacher decided that she was going to shame me in front of the entire class. She scornfully asked why I was late this time. I started to explain about my sister, but in my nervousness and terror, I said that my sister had fainted. I forgot the word "seizure." She immediately began to mock me and taunt me, saying, "Oh, sure, your sister fainted, your mother fainted, your father fainted..." The class had a good laugh at my expense. She was always scornful and hateful towards me, and I never understood why.
Another teacher, in fourth grade, asked the class to bring something in for show and tell. I had decided that I would be a writer, and naively thought that a writer had to make their own book. So I had put together a book made from cardboard and paper, with my story neatly printed and illustrated inside. Teacher caught me fiddling with my book while she was lecturing, so she asked me to bring whatever it was, to her. I waited for her to admire my book, but she just slammed it into a desk drawer. After school, she refused to give it back. For all I know, she tossed it into the rubbish. I think I still hate her for that.
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