I had 1 teacher in third grade. I won't say her name but I will call her Mrs. Abuse. I started Pelican Elementry School late, and Mrs. Abuse thought I was like all her other students. Normal, listened when she was told to sit down and shut up. But no, I was the kid who was like, "No, you can't take my phone just cuz it rang, I was taught to let no one touch my property." But I know that sounds dramatic but, she called me BROKEN. And she threatened me by saying; " One night at my house and you'd be fixed! " I always thought to myself, Am I a doll? I felt that she hated me, and I now have a serious fear of teachers. When I went to summer camp, I had a new teacher and I thought What if he hates me? What if he's mean? What if he doesn't like kids? And he turned out to be an awesome guy. He rode skateboards, played video games, brought instruments to play, and played all kinds of music, including Sca music, my new favorite genre.
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