I sit in my desk, I grab my test and while pulling out a pencil she confronts me about why I told the counselor that the reason I wanted to get out of her class was because (I’m not gonna say. I’m not that much of a crappy person. I’ll still respect her privacy) and I immediately felt uncomfortable. I grabbed my test and left.The day before Christmas break I went off on her and told her something along the lines of “I’ve been trying to get out of this class for a while now because of you and I honestly don’t care if that hurts your feelings” I’d never talked to a teacher like that.
After school I stopped at Walmart with my sister and mother. I stayed in the car and bawled my eyes out from the stress that this teacher was causing me. (I’m leaving out a lot of details. Basically she’d been berating me for about 5 months and it lowered my self esteem). My mom took my side the whole time because I’m not know to have run-ins with teachers and I always try to be positive and she had started to bring out the worst in me and I was always sad and angry.