here's my story: Bak in 5th grade, I had 2 teachers, 1 was Ms. Richardson and other Ms. Hornsby, Hornsby was a teacher just learning what to do and how to be a teacher, and Ms. Richardson was very dumb. I was a nice guy, good grades, and wasn't at all mean, and respectfull, well the other guys...............not so much. The other guys had kickball for thier life, and I wasn't the best at it.............so these guys would drag me by the neck any chance they get (metaphoricly) But the did beat me up, curse me out, and I couldn't handle fighting back, because I was too nice to fight, with Hornsby around, that never happened, yet with Richarndson it would happen (please not Hornsby wasn't there for most of the year, only for 1/4 she was there and then had to teach) And I could tell she disliked me because on the day we made art Richardson was like WOW! LOOK AT THAT PROJECT! (classmate name) THAT'S BEAUTIFUL, VERY CREATIVE! (other classmate name) (then me) that's ok (my name) luckily she along with the other 5th grade teachers had lost thier jobs (except for Hornsby, luckily)