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Originally Posted by Iowanian
C4w. I feel your pain.
4th grade. The dragon lady puts a paper on the door of her classroom encouraging students to write "things that are green" in honor of St Patrick's day. At some point she storms into the room, snarling like the rabid cow that she was.....demanding to know who had done it....done what you ask, as I did at the time.
As she stamped across the room towards my desk she ululated " someone....(looking at me) wrote "a booger" on the things that are green board. I will have a confession or no one goes on the fir,d trip or ever has enjoy,net in their life again". It is worse than after flick comes in after the flag pole. The class is restless. It's obvious she thinks I did it. The class is unsettled and stammering whispers iof "admit it" checker the room. The uterus of doom obviously thinks I did it, kids are starting to assume I did it.....so to save the team, I confess to a crime I did. It commit.
The wicked witch of 4th grade rips me from my chair by the ear and arm and essentially pummels me across the room, pushes me outside and begins to slam me against the door several times as she screams gibberish about how terrible I was and that I had ruined the holiday in which we stereotype the Irish for everyone. Worst person ever! Destined to fail...
I spend the next hour standing in front of the door, scribbling over the dreaded "a booger" text. Do you know what happens when you scribble on the same 3 cubic inches with a green marker for an hour? It breaks through the paper and then you spend a couple of recesses cleaning the spot on the door.
The sonnabitch who did it never confessed, they could have at least thrown the standard jawbreaker candy apology my way.
To this day I hope her vagina fell out. Innocent. I should seek reparations.
2 short years later, the jelly belly caper.....but at least my friends did that and I was there.
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After that incident I didn't even care anymore. When I got to Jr. high I didn't take crap for any teacher ever. That costed me too, but it all started when that SOB choked me into admitting something I did not do. I will never ever forget that for the rest of my life.
I laugh it off now, but inside, I would snap if I saw the guy.
I feel for ya man. I know exactly where ya come from.