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Story Time: Mrs. Bitch

So, I can't remember this teacher's name for the life of me so I'll call her Mrs. B. Ya know, short for bitch.
Cuz a bitch she was.

Anyway, this was my homeroom teacher and she taught my social studies class. So I always saw her.
There was no avoiding it.
And it irked me because she clearly didn't like me.

U know how you can just tell someone doesn't like you? Yeah, it was like that with her.

Like, I never did anything wrong in her class, so I could avoid hearing her run her fucking mouth. But still, for some reason, she always found a way to talk shit to or about me. ALWAYS.

Okay, let's say another student was laughing, she'd automatically assume it was me and say some smart shit. Kinda like "my class isn't a comedy show, ___"

It got so bad to the point where other students started sticking up for me. She would give me random ass detentions for things I didn't do. Write me up for bullshit. The whole nine.

Things finally came to a head though and I started talking back. I would get kicked out of class EVERY SINGLE DAY.

My mom ended up getting called to the school too. Of course, she talked one on one with my mom and she believed every word she said. 🙄 And y'all know how that go when your parent gets called to the school. Yo, I got fucked up at home every time and when I say fucked up. I mean it. My mom would dog walk my ass.

When shit crossed over to my home life, I really started coming for Mrs. Bitch's throat and when I did, she started being nice.

Like wtf?!

She'd be nice for like a week then go back to getting me in trouble.

One day when she flipped on me, I literally gave no fucks anymore. One of my best friends and I started plotting some shit to get her in trouble. That wasn't enough for me though....I wanted to kill this lady.

I planned on pushing this broad down the stairs.

I know it's terrible, but I felt like the bitch deserved it at the time. Did I mention she was pregnant?

Now, I know what you thinking. I'm a terrible person...for wanting to kill her. And it was probably just her mood swings. Fuck that. No. It wasn't. I say that because she was literally only fuckin with me. Literally...JUST ME.

One day after I came up with a scheme, she was trying to embarrass me in front of class. I had fallen asleep and she called me to answer a question. I was only half asleep, so I was listening. I answered the question correctly and went back to lay my head down, I wasn't feeling too well. She said it was wrong, I raised my head and I called her a liar.

Then another student told her my response was correct as well. She was salty as hell about it and continued to say it was wrong. Then she made me get out of her class for sleeping. She talked shit the whole time I was walking across the room to leave.

I remember I mumbled something along the lines of "iight, you better watch yourself."

Oh she was mad then. She followed me out the door and yelled at me, asking if that was a threat.

My nonchalant ass was just like... "if you say so, but why threaten you when I could just kick you in the stomach right now?"

My mother ended up being called to the school again. There was this serious meeting with the principals, some teachers, my mom and myself.

Mrs. B. wanted me expelled and a restraining order placed against me because she didn't feel "safe."

One of the teachers talked her out of it and they switched me to a different homeroom.

Whenever I had to take her social studies class, I was told not to speak to her. I didn't, but she still talked shit to me. I got through it though.

Fast forward to 8th grade graduation....you know she had the nerve to tell me she'd miss me???

Luckily, I had already gotten my real diploma, so I could say whatever I wanted. And I did. I cussed her clean the fuck out and told her that I hope she'd die a painfully slow death.

I know that's fucked up...but whatever.