Okay, so when I was taking Biology in high school, we were doing frog dissections. No big deal. I was assigned the job to clean up the pan, and I ended up last in line to the only operational sink in the classroom.

The teacher then announced that all trays had to be cleaned and put away, or else she was going to keep us after the bell for sixth period. The asshole in front of me noticed I was nervous and purposefully took a really, really long time cleaning. As soon as he was done, the bell rang.

The teacher said they were all going to stay after the bell, because of me. Cue jeering and yelling. I panic and try to clean as fast as I can. Within a minute I'm bawling. The others started to laugh at me. I turned to the teacher and begged her to let them go, that I would stay and finish up.

She smirked at me. Actually smiled at this bawling autistic teenager. I managed to finish up in two and a half minutes, and everyone goes. I didn't make eye contact with her when I left. I was still crying when I got to sixth period. My sixth period teacher immediately noticed I was crying and asked what was wrong. I told her and she took me outside, gave me a the zen garden on her desk and told me I could play with it as long as I wanted to calm down.

The biology teacher acted like nothing had happened the next class period. She never acknowledged it. Acted like everything was absolutely fine.

I had nightmares. I was worried about her making my life hell, and I didn't want her to fail me, so I didn't tell the special education department or the vice principal (I was good friends with her; she would have torn into this teacher). I was too afraid. Now that I'm older, I regret not going immediately to the spec. ed. office. There was a woman in there who looked out for me, and could have definitely gotten this teacher in trouble.

What a fuckin bitch.