My 7th grade english teacher. I was always a very good kid in school, but for some reason she hated me. She would go out of her way to be nasty towards me and I never knew why. I still don't know why. Not many kids liked her, but she didn't treat anyone in my class the way she treated me.
For example, at the end of the year she required us to put together a huge project. On the day it was due, she had us line up to her desk and turn the essay part of the project in. I specifically remember turning my paper in, and so does the girl that was standing behind me. Fast forward to a week later, my teacher says I never turned my paper into her. I insisted to her that I did and that she must have misplaced it, because she must have. There is no other excuse, because I turned it in. Whateever happened to my essay is her fault. She got really mad at me and threatened to punish me for blaming her. So I had to go quickly rewrite my entire essay based on memory, and of course it sucked because I didn't have any of my research papers with me. After I turned it in, she still failed me because she accused me of plagiarizing. :/
Another time I was absent because I was sick. When I finally came back to school, I asked her if she could get me the assignments I missed out on. Instead she turned to me and snapped, "You should have been here. Ask one of your classmates." Wow, sorry I didn't want to get everyone sick. But after asking a classmate started working on my assignments and when I turned it in she got angry with me and said, "This isn't what you're supposed to." Well, maybe you should have told me what to do in the first place instead of being such a jerk about it. But then another kid also did the wrong thing, and she didn't say anything to him at all. So why did she get so mad at me?
Another time, we had gotten done with our lesson for the day and there was nothing else to do. So I started quietly drawing, minding my own business. I wasn't talking to anyone or doing anything bad. I was just drawing. But for some reason, this made her mad, so she got up from her desk and came all the way over to mine (keep in mind, her classroom was huge and we were on completely opposite sides of the room) and started getting onto me for drawing, before taking my paper away from me. If I was drawing in the middle of a lesson I could see why she would do something like that, but seriously in the last ten minutes of class when nothing is going on?
I have lots of other stories, but I'll stop there. She was just so mean to me and I hated her.