The Worst Teacher I've EVER Had!

Personally, the worst teacher I've ever come into contact with was my 4th grade Math teacher, Mrs. Bohr. She looked like a boar, and she was really a legitimately boring teacher. Math was by far my worst discipline, and as such, I tended to doodle, daydream, and do whatever else I could to escape the realm of boredom that was simplifying fractions and long division. One day, I was staring out the window like usual when I saw the familiar old bony finger shoot into my peripheral vision. Uh-oh I was dead. "How dare you!" "This is a place of learning and I will not tolerate your daydreaming!" "This is your first and FINAL warning!" Score one for me. The next day came the same thing; boredom and my incessant need to doodle and daydream. It was really her fault for that. Why did her room have to face the playground? This time, I didn't get a warning. With a thud, Madame Death's chalkboard eraser smacked me right in the face; my glasses (That I wore at the time; thank God for contacts) covered in dust and chalk residue. "DETENTION!" was the next verbal cue I received. Naturally, I was humiliated, and ran home to the comfort of my mother. I professed everything, and my mom ran fuming to the school. To make a long, drawn out story much much shorter, Mrs.Bohr apologized for her rashness, and I was ignored for the rest of the year. I think maybe this little episode happening to me while I was so young is one of the main reasons I despise any and all things that involve math, except of course the reception of money on my birthday... I'm more than happy to count that.