When i was in elementary school i was a bit shy. Painfully shy is more like it, i hardly ever spoke and if i did it was in a whisper. Most of my teachers adored me because i was also very well behaved and obedient. I always did what i was told and i was kind of a teacher's pet! I never wanted to cause trouble or make a scene or hurt,upset or disappoint anyone. i was just always really,really GOOD. But i remember a few times when a teacher was really mean to me for no reason and i never understood why they treated me that way because i was a child. And i was always trying so hard to get everyone's approval and do everything right.
   I'm sure there were more than the two incidents i am about to mention but that's all i want to recall right now. I am not scarred because of these memories or hung up on the past but when i do think about them it kind of pisses me of. I was a little kid and i was targeted and verbally attacked because these people knew i wouldn't say anything or talk back to them. I was an easy target.
  In second grade my class would rotate teachers for math class. For a few weeks we'd have one teacher, the another few weeks we'd have another. I'm not really sure why they did that or if they still do that because it was over 20 years ago!  I was about 8 years old. And we had Mrs. Haviza for math and she was usually really nice to me. She knew i was shy and she never made me feel like she didn't like me, she didn't really have any reason not to like me. But one day, she must have been having a bad day or something because she just snapped at me for no reason. A kid that sat at my table was absent from school that day. His name was Jeff. Mrs. Haviza was taking roll call and she called Jeff's name and when he didn't answer she looked over at our table. Now mind you,she knew Jeff wasn't there once she looked over at the table he sat at everyday because she looked right at it AND i was not the only one at that table. there were atleast 2 other students sitting there with me. I rarely ever spoke up and i recall that day that i actually said "Jeff's not here". i may have said it very softly and she didn't hear me. But she got really mad from out of nowhere and decided to berate me in front of the whole class. I don't know why she felt the need to yell at me in particular to make herself feel better about whatever she had up her ass that day but it made me feel really bad. She told me i needed to speak up and that i was a"chicken" and that's all i really remember about it even tho the scolding lasted a good 4 or 5 minutes. Where at the end she stared me down, waiting for me to cry but i did not. I just looked at her. I was too shy to cry.
   The other time i remember involves the school nurse, whom i always thought was a bitch. But in 3rd or 4th grade she let me know for sure! She always acted really moody around kids and she treated me differently once i was in middle school so maybe she just hates small children or something. If so, maybe she should have chosen a different occupation...      
     When i was in 3rd or 4th grade all the kids in my class were getting their eyes checked like we did every year. It was nothing unusual and no big deal. We usually went and got our eyes checked in groups but for some reason I was by myself on this day. Maybe i was the last in my group and everyone had left. But on this day she decided she didn't like me and wanted to let me know it. Anytime i got a letter on the eye chart wrong she'd "tsk" or roll her eyes like i was just really stupid because i couldn't see! when the exam was over she said in a really hateful tone,"Well you need glasses." she puts her hand on her hip and scowls," I don't even know how you made it here without bumping into the walls." i thought she was just joking around with me so i kind of laughed but realized she wasn't kidding when she gave me a dirty look. She made a few other nasty comments that i cannot recall. And of course i didn't say anything to her, i just looked at the floor.Then i was convinced she was trying to make me get glasses because she hated me and i know i told my mom about this incident but not the Mrs. Haviza one. Why adults feel the need to pick on defenseless children is beyond me.