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I'll categorize this as an everlasting disdain story. I'll never forgive this person lol.
In 4th grade, I had a teacher named Mr. Bridges. Guy was a towering monster. 6'6 or so, being a 4th grader, guy was intimidating as hell.
Anyways, a classmate of mine lifted up a girl in my classes dress, then blamed me for it.
During lunch this hulking sob calls me up to the teachers table. He asks "did you lift up whats her names dress?" I'm like "I have no idea what your talking about."
As soon as I finished that sentence he reaches out and grabs me by the throat, pulls me right up to his face, and asks the question again. Out of sheer terror I say yes.
I spent every recess from then till 6th grade facing a brick wall. He made sure my life was miserable every chance he got. He never told my parents, and for some reason neither did I. He made sure every teacher knew what I "had done"
I now work for that school district, every time I visit the elementary school I have to see his name on a plaque of retired teachers who "promoted amazing achievements" etc etc.
I wanna rip that plate off more than anything ever. If I ever met the guy again and knew it was him, I would , swear to god, nail him right in the face. I have never been in a fight before or been aggressive towards anyone. That would seriously end if i ever ran into that despicable human being ever.
Oh well fun times!
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