She had hair of fire and blood shot eyes to match. I believe my teacher at that time weighted over 300 lbs and definately didn't have a cheery dispossition. Many people believe that in a catholic school the nuns are strict; well they are, but my 8th grade teacher was just plain psycho. It all started probably in 5th grade when I had her for summer school. I wasn't feeling alright so I missed a day or two at the most. When I came back to school I went to the bathroom, before I reached my class. I was throwing up blood and phlem (I know it sounds disgusting!). I since I didn't reach class I just made a "b" line home and cleaned up. My mother said I need the bed rest which I ignored, but I did take her advice. The next day when I was alright my psycho teacher was infuriated that I went home. I believe since you didn't really attend class you didn't skip school. She was probably right, but I showed her my doctors note and the note my mother wrote for yesterday. That still wasn't enought for her. From that day on she viewed me as something not so good (I don't know what, but I know it wasn't good? )
When I went into 7th grade she was again my teacher. I had nearly forgot my previous experience because my 6th grade teacher was a bigot and a racist. After hearing the word "nigger" for an entire lifetime you can forget a lot of things. At the time I first entered 7th grade I didn't know she was psycho, just alittle high strung. In 7th grade I also two other teachers. One liked me a lot she thought I was funny and sweet, the other the male teacher was afraid of you know who and for the psycho teacher she was my math and english teacher. Towards the middle of the class year around the second semester my grades dropped for all 90's to 70's. I don't think a person's I.Q. can drop that fast!! My psycho teacher just dragged me out of class for any old reason, despite she wasn't my main teacher. For instance when I was in Social Studies, the class where the teacher who liked me was teaching us about WW1 the psycho teacher just came in the door told the social studies teacher she wanted me and that was it! I was taken from my seat with my belongings for any reason. She would just get mad and abuse me for stupid reason like I couldn't understand the homework since she dragged me out of the class and asking her how to do it to the fact my handwritting was awful. After receiving a callous from my 6th grade teachers handwriting abuse I didn't have much feelings in my hands (If you wrote from 11:00 to 4:30 P.M. or sometimes 6:00 P.M. you would grow several callous and blisters and so forth on your fingers too.). After that treatment my handwriting went from bad to worse. So in 7th grade I probably spent on month in all my classes combined. I did so much detention time I never learned much of anything. I just wrote reflections for Lord knows what, if I did ask what it was for I was just sent to my seat given 2 more hours on my detention and 100 extra words on my 500-1,000 word reflection. I rambled and rambled about my cat, my neighbors dog, Street Fighters 2 and my favorite food. That was basically all my life at the time since the psycho teacher made my friends at that time leave me.
When I finally realized this was not normal, when my psycharist said I was normal. People my age hate homework, play video games and play with pets. My friends who left me weren't really my friends. I didn't really believe my theaperist till one incident happened. It was an ordinary day, I spent dentention till 6:30; it was a bright and sunny day. The weather was typical of springtime and my neighbor's tree was blooming pretty pink blossems with white around the edges. My neighbor's dog went threw the hole in the fence and was in my yard again. I like the dog, Scruffy wasn't a smart dog, but he was very friendly to the point where the neighborhood cats would beat him up. I lived about half a block from the school which was no more than 100 yards from the school. Then I heard a screech of a car, I turned around and saw "Satan" herself. She yelled out the window "Now I know where you live!" Scruffy growled at her as she speeded down the little side street, something I never seen him do. At that point I realized it wasn't normal, it was psycho than strange. She pulled a scene from "Fatal Attraction" and that she would probably boil my cat next!!! Well my cat did disappear and my neighbors said he was boiled, by the voodoo lady around the corner. Well I don't know . . . my psycho teacher could've easily done it. From that point on something awakend in me. My friends all started comming back to me and they started to teach me math and reading since I couldn't read or know my times tables past 5. I bought a book about serial killers and Vlad the Impaler and how to impale people. That angered the psycho fat b@tch. So she force me and my friends to write a book report about the books we were reading. Well for a week the psycho witch didn't bother me and avoided me. It wasn't till our art class when it was our assignment to draw our friends. Well I am no artist and drew a picture of my friend, I think I captured her eyebrows but other than that it looked like an attempt. You could tell it was her and not my other friend. That wasn't good enough for my psycho teacher who tore up the picture in my face and told my friend I was mocking her. If you saw the picture my friend drew of me you wouldn't know who I was. My friend was angry at me and didn't want to talk to me then. I was given detention and stayed after school. When I went home I tried to leave the regular way, but the door was closed. So I went downstairs to the kiddie floor which and grades 1st-3rd. A teacher which gave me problems when she substituted for my Social Science class pulled me aside. She told me I wasn't to be on that floor. She didn't want to children to see me in my immoral state. Lord knows what she was talking about me being immoral. I ignored her and went home. One day when I lost my hat and went to the lost and found which was in the office on the first floor that same teacher pulled me aside and gave that same lecture. I told her I had a right to be there and how else was I to go to the office. She simply explained that I could go outside from the fire tower and knock on the door so I could be let in to the office from the outside. I came out and told her it was nuts and just walked away like I was the Queen of Sheba!
When graduation time from the 8th grade came my psycho teacher gave me an automatom. She said I had to write a good 1,000 word reflection in my half hour lunch period (which really was 20 min. since she yelled at us for an extra 10 min.). I went home ate lunch with my right hand and wrote a very good essay with my left. My mother wiped my face and gave me my jacket. I reached the school yard on time, but they were going in eary. So I high-taled it up two flights of stairs bearly giving myself to breath. I don't think she saw me run to reach the line I was in, but my male teacher did. My 7th grade teacher saw my run up the flights like I was flying which to him was weird since I always do a granny pace. He didn't rat on me though. 2 weeks before graduation came and the grotesqy bloated b@tch was angry my friends taught me enough of the math to pass the do or die test. I didn't know squat about WW1 or WW2 save Japan was the enemy in WW2 and my grandmother was born around WW1. I bearly could read a book over the cat in the hat level, but I was learning. When I passed the test the fat tubby whale of a woman believed one of my friends help me cheat. I was in the room totally to myself so I couldn't cheat, which I would've done, but didn't!! So I passed the test fare and square with raw brain power!! So then next day she started to ball me out which made her look petty and her rolls of flab was shaking. I couldn't believe I was laughing, but I was she was so funny looking. I had to laugh!! I didn't help me, it only made her more angry so she knocked the books off her desk and turned over he coffee with a might blow from her fist. I just laughed so hard I was lightly peing my pants!!! I tried to stiffle my laughter, but it was only turning them in to snickers. She then threw a book at me which I ducked and it went out the window. At that time the class was silent and my bestfriend was worring for me. I saw the worry in her eyes because she and the rest of my friends helped me pass the test so I shutted up. So after I shutted up she dragged me outside the class to ball me out some more. Then the lunch bell rang and the whole school was dismissed for lunch. That was when my mother's co-worker and friend, another teacher walked by. She couldn't believe that she was talking to me like that. When the class was dismissed for the day my mother and her friend dedicided to go to dinner in NJ. So my mother and her went to spring me from my detention prision, but when that monsterous woman wouldn't let me go. I had to play video games till 9:00 P.M. when I was finally released. My mother and her friend ordered me a dinner since she was home late. The next day the psycho lady wanted to have a conference with my mother who she always disrespected. My mother would just stare at the lady and that was all, it was like she was sleep/awake. When the psycho lady said she slept with one eye open I believed her since I almost didn't believe she was human. That was when I just felt a rush of air go to my chest and tears were falling from my eyes that I opened my mouth. What came out of my mouth was the most unspeakable curse words and foul language immagainable. I went far beyond the "f" word and made up bad words of my own. I ended by telling her she needed to get layed and she would be a much friendly person, I also told her to go to Jenny Craig. My mother was wide awake and didn't seem to mind my language. Then I got up took my mother with me and went home. We acted pretty normal and ordered a pizza. We didn't talk about it till about 6 months to a year later. I asked her why she be sleep/awake in the meetings, which she replied I know exactly what she would say. Nothing good would ever come out of her mouth. Then I asked her did I offend her with my foul language she said no she was glad someone told her off. Well I graduated and my friends were still with me. They also had hatred for her for some reason. I later heard she almost ran down a student in the school yard and she was fired. I also heard she works in a 7-11 some where. So from now on I go to Wawa!!