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I had teachers who did worse than that. In second grade, the teacher was verbally and physically abusive. I told my parents what the prick did, but they didn't believe me. "A teacher wouldn't slam a boy's head against the chalkboard..." they said. Well, let's see... he ran up to Jerry, shoved him in the face and the back of his head hit the chalkboard, and I was right there to see it. He hit me on the back of my elbow with his class ring once, but again... no way a teacher would do that. In fourth grade, the teacher was verbally abusive, but once again, the folks didn't believe me. So, realizing I was on my own, I took vengeance on dear Mrs. Reynolds when I could. Although I was but nine and ten in her class, my subtle psychological attacks drained her as the year went on. I take pride in knowing that her facial tics were at least in part set upon her by me.
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