This is to the FUCKING art teacher in highschool who constantly gave hell to me, a little adhd boy trying his best.
This fucking teacher called me to the front of the class because I couldn't sit still. She proceeded to tell me, in front of the class, "because you can't do basic art and since you probably failed art in your other school, I'm giving you a 5 page research paper to do. *hands research paper....snatches it back out of my hand* ... actually, I don't think you have the intellectual capacity needed to complete this assignment, so I'll give you an easier one."
As she's handing me my "new assignment", I'm shaking my head, trying to defend myself, as I put the research paper back on her desk and refuse it. Another student has the nerve to say "ugh, this kid is always giving us problems in this class". Well, since I was trying a new anti-depressant/anxiety, I was a little more outspoken than the usual socially awkward me. A quick "fuck you, you dont know the situation" was released, and the girl proceeded to come to the front of the class, push me against the wall, and managed to make my wrists bleed by her nails digging into me, telling me to apologize to her. Obviously, I refused to apologize to her, as that was her entire goal of approaching me.
The teacher didn't attempt to remedy the situation, didn't tell the girl to get off me, didn't tell her to stop yelling at me, but instead, called me to the front of the class again and told me to obtain proof that I passed art in my other school. Keep in mind, this has ABSOLUTELY no benefit to her or the class, and the proof is completely unnecessary in any situation you could possibly think of, other than trying to belittle my intelligence.
I turned to the class and said, this teacher is a complete bitch, and I stormed out.
As a kid suffering from very severe social-anxiety and a self diagnosed mild depression (like every 16 year old), this was one of the most nerveracking experiences of my life. A friend followed me out of the room to make sure I was emotionally okay...and he ended up getting detention for checking on me.
I went to the front office, basically in tears, told the principle that my bitch of a teacher is requiring proof that I passed a class at my other school, and he goes "well...that doesn't make any sense, but if you still want it, I'll give it to you." (keep in mind, I didn't tell the principle the situation, for the simple fact that this teacher could have important bills or children, and i didn't want her to lose her job.)
I walked back into the class, pulled the paper from my pocket, slapped it on her desk, "A+, happy?"
And I walked out of that class and never went back.
15+ research papers and five years later, I'm almost graduating from my university with a high GPA and making Dean's List for the past 2 years. I have gotten over my social anxiety and am currently at an amazing place in my life, completely happy and satisfied.
FUCK YOU Ms. Pelly and your "intellectual capacity." I'm intelligent as fuck. I vape.
Peace.
Well I'm afraid there is two words that cover for such an occasion. 
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