<p>My 6th grade math teacher had us twice a day…once for math, and once for “advisory”…a period at the end of the day kind of like homeroom, where we could start on homework and the like.</p>
<p>Well. Kids would often talk and disrupt the class, and as a result he would keep the whole class after.</p>
<p>My mom got ticked after a few weeks (yes, weeks) of my being delayed for 10 minutes after my sister got out, so she wrote a note to the teacher kindly explaining that I was not the problem, and as such could not be punished.</p>
<p>The next day, the teacher took the opportunity to yell at me in front of the entire class, stating clearly that I was obviously just taking my time to get out of the car (why do I see you when I open my windows 10 minutes later, or almost hit you with my door as I’m leaving? Neither of which were true, by the way) and thus making him look bad. Basically, calling me a liar in front of the class and reducing me to tears. It still makes me angry.</p>
<p>9th grade, I was in the school Spring musical. It was mandatory for us to pay $50 to be in the show, but we had the option of selling tickets to cover the cost. When I turned in my contract to be in the show (some liability stuff and understanding we had to keep a certain GPA to stay in the show), I accidentally checked off the box that I did not want to sell tickets to cover the cost. My parents then decided that yes, we did want to sell the tickets. </p>
<p>So we did. A few weeks later, the band director (who handled most of the money stuff associated with the musical) calls me into her office and asks me why I haven’t paid. When I explained the situation to her and showed her the tickets I had sold, she went off on a tangent to me, calling me a problem child and–again–reducing me to tears. (I don’t do well when authority figures yell or get upset with me…much better than I used to though, but this was quite some time ago). A friend of mine was with me at the time, and was able to comfort me. Apparently, I was not the only child the woman had problems with…she told a very sweet, beloved student that she “did not deserve to be on stage”.</p>
<p>When I got home that day and my mom found out what had happened, she proceeded to call the school and tell the administration exactly what had happened. Next day at rehearsal, the teacher apologized to me profusely (though, it seemed to me, only because she had to). I didn’t interact with her after that if I could avoid it.</p>