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I will never forget sitting there at my desk in the back row watching Mrs. Farrer, (my third grade teacher), write the entire classes test grades up on the board. I wasn’t very popular, nobody really talked to me much. It’s not that I was dirty or ugly, I didn’t pay attention much and got bad grades but I just didn’t fit in with the other third grade girls who liked to make fun of the dirty, ugly girls. But, this put the icing on the cake. After the teacher was done putting our grades on the board she would make us come up and circle the one that was ours. Of course, mine was the 50. Then she would say, well if you did better on your tests you wouldn’t be so embarrassed. Then I would do the walk of shame all the way to the back of the class room with all of the popular girls staring at me then whispering to each other. So after all was said and done, the “not so smart” kids had to go in the other room and do homework while all of the other kids got to watch a movie! I hate that teacher 1 million times, she was heartless, she looked like a man and her breath stunk horrendously! Once my mother found out what was going on though, she marched down to the school and gave her and the principal her two cents. I stood outside the classroom with the biggest smile on my face, so to say, I never went to that school again! And, to fast forward a little bit many years down the road. I became more and more popular, played varsity everything. Then one day, we kicked my old schools asses at basketball tourneys my senior year! So a big HA! In your faces you spoiled little brats! Then I lived happily ever after, but I still consider Mrs. Farrer as the worst teacher EVER!