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I had a teacher at around 5th grade who taught music class throw a classmate's instrument at him as hard as he could. Good thing he missed, or else there would have been major reprecussions.
I also had a substitute wrestle another student into his seat because he wouldn't sit in his seat (this is 11th grade, people). Then he would cuss her out for making him throw away his coke, then walk out of class with the sub screaming at him through-out the hallway.
Now, generally, I'm nice to subs, but the aforementioned sub had given me problems before, too. A then-enemy-but-now-friend of mine threw one of my shirts oout of the class window, and the weather was a solid drizzle. I wanted to start something with him, but I opted against it and asked her to give me permission to go get it instead. What should have been a simple answer ended up being a real-smart-aleck remark. Already angry, I stormed out and slammed the door on her to go get my shirt...then came back to class.
What I did was wrong, I know, and I ended up apologizing to her later that day...but at the time it seemed right, and I don't hate myself for what I did then.
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--Aristotle
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