Seventh grade came and passed and I forgot about the therapist meeting. One day in school, I was in eighth grade, Dr. Stevens came in and observed the class. I felt real embarissed now that everyone in the class knew I saw a shrink for my strange and eradic behavor (if you have a child at thirteen they have strange and eratic brehavior) The witch, my eighth grade teacher, acted on her best behavior and called on me in class, which was hardly ever done because I was always in detention. I felt unconfortable with all the "fronting" (fronting means putting on a front) Since I wasn't in class to know what was going on or anything I got most of the questions wrong. The therapist thought it was odd how I didn't know any of the class' subjects and how the teacher in a nice way ofcourse made fun of my mistakes.
After the therapist left the witch started to curse me out. She got upset and knocked her cup of coffee over on her desk and then she threw a book at me ( I ducked it ofcourse). Then I was thrown into detention again and remained there till about 4:30 p.m. When I saw the therapist that following week she said I was totally fine, but the teacher I had was nuts. I told her and I quote "She was acting like June Cleaver when you were there, but when you left she was acting like June Cleaver chasing me with a meat cleaver." So after that I knew my teacher was defiantely a b@#$% or shall I say witch.