In the seventh grade, I was never an organized student. I had no folders and a backpack full of papers and funny drawings. However, I still managed to get my homework in on time.
Anyway, English class comes along and I had some trouble finding my homework in my backpack. This teacher who always used to single me out and bully me had noticed as she was collecting the homework from other students.
I start to get scared as she comes over to my desk. Every day she would walk over to my desk and find some new way to humiliate me while everybody watched and I grew very scared of her. Anyway, she walks over as I desperately dig for my homework, expecting the worst.
For, like, five goddamn minutes (seriously, count to 300! It's a long ass time) her gaze weighs down right over me. She taps her foot and looks at her nonexistant watch in an effort to make the class laugh at me which they do. She then finally accuses me of not doing my work. Preposterous!
"I have it! I just can't find it right now! I think I have to turn it in tomorrow for half credit." I say. I am a nervous wreck.
"Really? Then let me see your backpack."
"I don't want to."
Right off the bat, she takes it from me and dumps everything all over the floor. My drawings and pencils and everything. On the floor. Just like that. T'was not good at all.
"Well?" she asks.
I get down and start to gather my things and she tells the class how gross I am and that I'm wasting everybody's time. At this point I start to cry.
"Go outside and leave everything if you're going to have a hard time."
I walk outside in shame and was not allowed back in until the end of the day when everybody left. I went inside and picked up my things and walked home with tears running down my face. I told my Dad and he gave the principal an earful. Eventually, a district rep went into her classroom but she managed to talk her way out of termination.
Fuck you, Ms. Spencer! Fuck you and your fucking homework, you saggy old cunt!
Also, it turns out that she gave the class homework while I was outside and gave me shit for not having it the next day as well.
TL;DR: A teacher who has bullied me since grade six dumped out my messy backpack and made me cry in front of everyone. She talks her way out of getting fired and harasses me until I left for high school.