Dharmit wrote:
My 5th grade teacher made me move my desk out into the hall for talking in class. I wasn't even talking! I was working on my English assignment and my friend Ruth kept asking me questions. I was just shushing her!
I'd never been in trouble at school before. Never. That was humiliating.
This was the same teacher who would take a group of 5 or 6 favorites (they all owned horses) out for ice cream once a week. She didn't base it on grades or good behavior.. they were always the same group that she would talk about horses with in class. Those girls bragged about it every fricken week too.
My Mom asked her about it at the parent/teacher conference and she denied it. She told my mom that she always took random kids that she choose each week for doing excellent work.
I was a straight A student then and never got picked to go for ice cream. None of the boys in class ever got picked either. Only Andrea, Jill, Christina, Ella and Misty got to go. I'm still bitter about that.
Mrs McCarthy? I still hate you. My only hope is that you died a slow and painful death since then.
Damn them straight to Hell!!!!
