Reply #21: I was branded a trouble maker in the first grade and

[alfredo]

was treated as a trouble maker for the rest of my school years. They were right, I was a wiseass, a skeptic and hot tempered. It got to the point where the paddlings had no effect. I wouldn't cry. I would either smile or give the teacher a cold stare.

I was so PTSD by the time I got to high school I was beyond control. What it came down to, they don't mess with me, there would be no trouble. One teacher did and she ended up getting fired. Still had to go to summer school that year to make up the class. She kicked out most of her students. There were only six left out of 20 or so students. I had a question, she refused to answer it. I then held up my hand and asked if I could go to another teacher and ask her if she could answer the question. My ass was out the door and in the principal'
s office. Only 3 people passed her class that year.

She never taught, she would give us our algebra assignments, no explanations, nothing. What we learned was from the book. That's it. I explained that, and said also that she'd sit on her desk with her legs spread. That was the truth. She'd sit there and read. The vice principal was in the office and I noticed he was trying to look up her skirt. I turned and told him "They're pink." He turned bright red. She got fired for moral issues.