My old witch of a teacher insulted and put down students. I recorded nearly every insult.

She then loses half of our papers and then accuses students of never turning in their work

and proceeds to fail us. She blames us for turning in our papers late when we didn't,

and she is the one who lost our papers, but still fails us. So I collect all the receipts,

I get all the audio, and I get the old witch teacher fired. Here's what I did.

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So this happened during senior year in high school four years ago. I had an English teacher named

Mrs Smith. Mrs Smith, or how she liked to refer to herself, Dr Smith. She didn't have a doctorate.

She was a mean old bat and hated anything and everything. She was ugly, inside and out.

To give a mental image of what she looks like, her face sagged so much that it looked like she had

a perpetual stroke. She had about two feet in between her eyebrows and her eyes. Imagine Ursula

and Corolla Deville had a child, and then that child had a baby with the devil. Then you get

Mrs Smith. None of the other English teachers liked her. There was nothing that they

nor the administration could do due to her tenure. That is, until I became her student.

Her teaching style included, but was not limited to, yelling at students, putting them down with

petty insults. Having us read to ourselves in the middle of class, kicking out students that

were dozing off, then later falling asleep at her desk, not letting female students go to their

restroom for very obvious reasons, and the occasional losing students' work and then accusing

the students of not turning their work in. This last part is what crossed the line from me.

You see, I wasn't a grade A student and I sucked at English, so I always played my cards right

and made friends with everyone. Students and teachers included. So when I struggled and I couldn't

do something on my own, I let my charm save me and cash out on my months of being nice to everyone.

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