5. The Unapologetic Teacher
I remember having this teacher in a school for Year 9 textiles class (mandatory at our school in the UK). First lesson, never had any interaction with her despite it being my third year there.
This teacher was a suspected alcoholic, later confirmed. Saw her in a pub years later when I was in college drinking Lime & Sodas with her friends while they drank wine so I guess she got sober, but I digress.
Anyway, during that first lesson about 15 minutes in she had to step outside to take a phone call, and told us to all sit there quietly until she got back.
While she was out one of the lads in the class ran over to her desk and took something from it. Can’t remember what it was, but it’s fairly irrelevant anyway. He sat down with it in his pocket and a few minutes later she came back in.
Immediately she notices and starts shouting, “Who took my thing? Who took it?!”. Then she turns to me, a student she’s had no prior interaction with and who’d never been in trouble for anything before, and flat-out accuses me of taking it.
“It was you wasn’t it! I know you took it, I didn’t like the look of you from the moment you walked in here!”. This continued for a few minutes with me trying to declare my innocence until the guy who took it ended up feeling so bad for me that he piped up and said, “Miss, actually it was me”.
She walked over to him, got her thing back and sent him to the head teacher’s office. Best thing? B*tch didn’t even apologise to me. Accused me of stealing because she “didn’t like the look of me” and didn’t even say sorry.