Story Time

 

Back when I was in year 11 I told a substitute teacher to fuck off. This happened because she would always listen to everyone’s version and not mine. For some reason she labled me difficult. Bare in mind she wasn’t my usual teacher. Before the incident I never really spoke to her so we didn’t really have a good relationship. There were two classmates, boys of course, that I would always speak to and play fight. Unfortunately neither of them knew their limits when it comes to playing with a distinguished lady like me. 

It was the end of the lesson and we were waiting for the bell to ring. One of them decided it was a good idea to throw a pencil into my eyes. Like a self fulfilling prophecy the pencil hit me not too far from my eyeballs. It landed on my eyelid. Out of pain I ran out of the classroom because my eyelid was bleeding. 

At the end of the school day I bumped into the teacher again and she yelled at me saying: “ never ever ever walk out of the classroom without my permission”. This interaction left me deeply confused. I was the victim, and she was picking on the wrong person. I tried pointing at my eyelid, showing her what really happened and why I had to run out of class. She just brushed it off by saying: “Blessing don’t be too dramatic”. Dramatic? An inch lower and I would be blind! But I knew how to pick my fights so I charged it to the game and moved on.

The week after, I had a double period with her. Miss don’t be dramatic. I really didn’t wanna go, but having to choose between bunking class and detention I had no choice but to attend. 

I kept my peace and stayed quiet for the whole lesson, when out of the blue one of the boys grabbed me by the neck and the other started punching me. 

Miss don’t be too dramatic turned around and witnessed what was going on but said nothing. Nothing!

You know what’s next right?

I stood up to retaliate but just like a broken clock she started yelling at me: “Annais what do you think you’re doing?”

I was livid, gutted, enraged. 

I picked up my things walked to the door, where she still felt entitled to tell me what to do. At this point I couldn’t keep it in anymore I was boiling.

So I simply invited her to fuck off ! Yes!

I didn’t think about the consequences then, but I knew I was right and she witnessed exactly what happens so….

Looking back maybe I could have kept my composure and made a formal complaint. 

After a couple days of detention and a written apology everything was back to normal. I earned her respect.

As for the boys, of course I had to settle the score!

cough cough..

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