Unfiltered Story #32471

In first grade my teacher is an absolute bully. She yells constantly, leads the class in laughing at me for a mistake I made on the board while making no effort to actually correct me, and when she brings me a “prize” to reward me for good grades, tells me to dig in her purse for it before calling me stupid when I can’t find it in all the clutter. I am relieved when the year ends, and when I go back for second grade do my best to avoid her.

First Grade Teacher: “[MY NAME]!”

I turn to face her, terrified. To my shock, she gives me a big hug!

First Grade Teacher: “How are you? It’s so good to see you again!”

I am absolutely baffled by her behavior, but begin hearing stories of her being just as kind to more of her former students, confusing them as well. A few weeks later, word gets around that she is retiring at the end of the year, and it is soon accepted that she’s so happy to get rid of us forever that she “doesn’t mind” being nice until then.