Bonus Bitching: When I was in third grade, my teacher literally had me put on Ritalin. How? No idea, the doctor didn't want to do it. I ended up a zombie at school and a depressed emotional wreck after it wore off. I was forced to take meds against my will. I wish I had some now, I had a nice figure back then.
In fourth grade, I got Pokemon Blue. I don't remember exactly why this happened but the teacher talked my mom into letting the teacher keep my Game Boy Monday through Friday. I was given it back on Friday and had to turn it in to the school counselor on Monday. I really need to get my mom back for that.
I think I've learned from being in that school, not so much the stuff they taught, but I learned to recognize shitty parenting and that my mom should've told them to kiss her ***.
As for the third grade teacher, she's no longer a teacher. She owns a store in town that sells turquoise jewellery and stuff like that. Saw her on the news one morning, he store had been broken into and robbed over night. I laughed.