She really didn’t get to know me and I just had a different sense of humor then those country club (jk) kids. They would forever tell on me and even my cousin was an app. He freaking lied on me. But yeah, it’s still a fuck you Mrs. Mitchell.
Story time:
I had just moved to a very much smaller and no diverse school in the middle of third grade. My white cousin was also in this class. I swear this teacher was my arch nemesis.
And she had the nerve to tell me hehe good job and clap for me. Like no bitch. I would have classmates try to take up for me because I would read books so fast. She would call me out in front of the whole class like “I just seen you start that book today, ..
are you taking another test”. Like yeah hoe, I’m a star. Lo and behold she asked what score I got when I finished AND IT WAS A 100 on that book “One day un Horror Land” by R.L. Stine.