5th Grade. We had a party for some reason or another...

I ate my chocolate cake, threw it out and then asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom. When I came back, I sat down at my desk and then the teacher accused me of throwing my cake on the ground right then.

I pointed out that the cake is on the other side of the room, nowhere near the garbage and I just spent the last five minutes in the bathroom.

Instead of apologizing an just asking me to politely clean it up (like a normal person), he just accused me of being a liar and gave me a detention.

He and I butted heads all year. I told him I wasn't going to serve that detention because I didn't do it.

So the teacher decided to play a game. He asked everyone to stand. And said that if you had vanilla cake or carrot cake, sit down. I had chocolate along with half the class. Close enough for him, I guess.

He then berated me for half the class sitting down and that I ruined their good time. He also tried to egg them into harassing me. Thankfully I was generally well-liked and the other students weren't having it. So I told him, again, that I didn't throw the cake on the ground and that I, again, was in the bathroom.

So then he just gave me a weeks detention and threatened me with a parent-teacher conference. I told him I wouldn't serve it. A kid at a desk by the garbage can piped up and said that she saw me throw my plate and cake out. She got detention for lying and talking back. No one else spoke up after that.

Mom ended up coming in and was told that I was insubordinate, throwing food around and ruined the party for the whole class because I went 'on a rampage.' ((My blood is starting to boil just remembering all of this))

Normally my mom is a 'side with the teacher' kind of mother. But she had gotten the whole story from a few different parents. So she knew that he was lying. She tore into him and just berated him into submission.

Didn't help much, he was a petty, vindictive teacher for the rest of the year and made 5th grade utterly miserable for me. Even with my mom protecting me as much as she could. Sadly, that's when I kind of started to nose dive as a student (I wanted to be an paleontologist since kindergarten and he killed my interest in learning for a while).

On the positive, I also realized a bit later that I wanted to become a teacher. I wanted to be a teacher not only so that I could make sure that students never had a teacher like him, but also so that I could protect students from teachers like him.

In June it'll be 10 years that I've been a teacher!!