back in the 6th grade, during art class I raised by hand for the second time to receive help from my teacher and she comes over and says,
"Jesus Christ, do I have to help you on everything thing?"
Me=shocked "...You're suppose to...teach..."
I always did everything to not raise my hand, so beats me why she went pyscho on me. but boy, was i ticked off. i just wanted to make sure i was drawing the right thing
also the 4th grade my science/spanish(who didn't even know spanish!) teacher told my class(i'd like to think that i was excluded, seeing how i never opened my mouth...) to 'stop b!tching you little morons". we told the principal

we really disliked her so we'd take any ammunition to use against her. she was one mean woman.