People Share Their Most Dynamic Stories Of Revenge

Mrs. M insisted she didn’t have them and said I could look through her Turn Ins. Sure enough, I found all my papers, in a neat stack, at the bottom of the box. How bizarre that the papers that were turned in late and on time were all at the bottom of the box?

She insisted that they must have all been late, and she was taking off points. I didn’t care, as long as I at least passed each semester with a minimum of a D grade.

For some project in her stupid history class, I vividly remember bringing in pencils, colored and not, crayons, sharpies, and a poster.

I brought in everything. Someone did the written part, someone did the typing part, another did the research, and I did the WHOLE poster. There was a lot of writing on the poster, a lot of coloring, and a lot of drawing.

I was the artistic one, and no one else wanted to do it. Even so, someone got sick, and I ended up doing half the research anyways. Despite my telling the teacher that I had anxiety and asthma, she made me present with my group.

I did fine but still had to go to the clinic to use my inhaler. Later, I find that I have a D on the project while everyone else in my group had Bs. I was so tired of her crap, I told my mother, and she took it to the guidance counselor.

Upon being confronted about why I had a D on a one-for-all-graded project, I was quickly pulled aside by Mrs. M to be told she corrected it.

By this point, I had so much anxiety about going to Mrs. M’s classes, that I would, consistently, go to the school’s clinic having an asthma attack from the anxiety and found out later on that I also had high b***d pressure.