I've never been a sporty type of person, so I often skipped P.E out of laziness, but partly because we had a horrible teacher. We had gender divided classes and our coach was an ex athlete named Sara. Always wore a bright pink lipstick and sunglasses on her head (even in the winter when there was no chance of sun what so ever), and she would give snyde comments to her least favourite students every time she got the opportunity.

So one day I wrote something about her on the school's official Facebook page, as I assumed it was created by students and not checked by teachers what so ever. What I said was not very harsh, but something in the lines of "That haggard bitch. Glad I only have a few months left with her". The very next day my English teacher called me out of class and showed me a printed screenshot of my comment (she actually printed it out on paper) and asked me if I recognized the words. I said yes, and later that day I was forced to talk to my gym coach. She said she was surprised it came from me (I doubt that), that I had comitted a felony by writing bad things about her and that she was going to talk to her lawyer about prosecuting me.

First of all I explained to her that it is not in fact a felony to express an opinion about someone, as long as one doesn't claim things that are untrue. I also told her that I was not sorry for what I did and that she was free to talk it over with her lawyer and then do whatever the fuck she wanted. After the talk I went home because I was so furious.

She never mentioned the whole thing again but the last semester was awkward.

Another one was when I was 7 years old. It was Friday and we were all allowed to bring something to school and talk about it: a toy, a drawing, a certain pair of shoes, anything. I brought my Godzilla toy that could roar and had flashing red eyes. Unfortunately I was a little late because it took time to tie my shoes as this skill was something I was just beginning to master. As I entered the class room she yelled and asked where I had been and I said "at home". She then asked what was in my hand and I replied "Godzilla.". For some reason she raged so hard her face turned red and yelled at me never to bring it to school ever again.

I went outside and cried in the hallway, still holding hands with my Godzilla.