My entitled teacher bullies me all year, blaming me for all her problems, as well as giving me a

bad grade in her class, even after I did all my work on time. But my mom wasn't having it, so she

stormed back into my teacher's classroom and put this entitled bully of a teacher in her place

in a way that I've never seen in my life. Here's what happened, so this happened to me many years

ago when I was still in grade school. I took a theater class, and the first semester the class was

taught by an elderly kind and beautifully positive woman. We will call her Mrs. Smith,

that's not her real name. I had an A plus in the class and I enjoyed it. After winter break,

I went to class to find a new teacher. Mrs. Smith had health issues and wasn't able to finish

the school year. The new teacher was young and tried way too hard to be the cool teacher if

you know what I mean. The first day of class she said she taught differently. She graded by groups.

I was put in a group with three other people who I knew wouldn't be doing any of the work. I had

always been a shy, quiet, and good kid. I was bullied for being smart. I was a straight-a student

and I never received a B until my college years much later. For most of the classes, this new teacher

would just talk to us about real life. She would say stuff to us like, life isn't going to be fair

or what you expect it to be. Everybody fails. The new teacher said on the first day of class that

she believes everybody needs to fail at least once in life. Now I don't know why, but she looked

at me and smiled and said, don't you agree? And I just replied with, well, I mean if they

deserved to, her smile eventually faded and was replaced with a scowl. And she started talking

to the class again about how failing is important for character and everyone needs to struggle to

learn how to survive. And when she was saying this, I was thinking to myself, we are just a bunch

of teenagers in a theater class. What in the world is she on about? I've got my whole life ahead of me

to make mistakes. Well, from that moment on, she hated me. She routinely berated me in front of

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