So my birthday was like 5 days after school started so I started school at 4 technically and then turn 5 5 days later, and I had this 1 rlly nice teacher until we moved, and I got this black lady named Ms.Agee, She was a total bitch, Basically in her class I cried most of the time from her yelling constantly for tiny little fixable things, For instance i forgot to do the back of my coloring sheet (Because most days there was no back to the sheet) and she started yelling at me that I will have to take it home and explain to my parents why I didn't color the back of the page, So I did the natrual thing a 5 yearold (2 months past my birthday) would do, I broke down crying and begging her not to make me tell my dad and told her I would do the back right now , She screamed at me that I was going to go home and explain and finish coloring it at home but since i started crying I was also going to skip lunch time with my friends, and instead color the rest of the pages for the entire year (we got one each morning and this was sometime in October) also skipping recess to eat by myself, So while coloring the pages I was screwing around with a staple in the top left of the page, and it tore out (no biggy right?), Wrong when she saw it she was so mad and she took me to the principals office to scare me, I was literally bawling at this point (loudly) and when we got to the principals office my moms friend (who knew I had never gotten in trouble) asked her what she was doing and she said that I had been giving her trouble all day and that I was going to the principals office (I admit i literally cried all day, but I was terrified of what my dad would do), My moms friend who worked in the office asked her how I had given her trouble all day and she couldn't come up with a actual answer, Me still crying my moms friend demanded that she take me back to class for naptime, which she finally did, That was the only time i ever slept in naptime I normally just daydreamed, But most likely because i cried so much I was exhausted, I brought my paper home and my mom helped me hide it from my dad and finish the back, to make the story much worse, At the end of the school year the teacher requested to my mom that i was held back a year because "I cried to much and didn't age as fast as the other children", (you wanna bet you crazy old bitch?) Which my mom did, But for the 2nd year there was another person in the room to make sure Ms.Agee stayed in line, I still hated it but at least she couldn't yell, Its incredibly strange because when i left Ms.Agee told my mom I was one of the best students she ever had.
