During sixth period I subbed in a 7th grade math class. The school wasn't able to get enough subs to cover all the missing teachers today, so I got to fill in during what would have been a prep period.
As I was rushing to look over the lesson plans for that hour, I noticed a girl standing in the doorway, glaring at me. The following conversation happened as I looked up at her.
Girl: You! I hate you! (said with some actual venom in her voice)
Girl: You! I hate you! (said with some actual venom in her voice)
Mr. C.: ....oh? Have we met...?
Girl: You got me expelled from [other school]! That's why I had to transfer here!
Mr. C.: Oh, wow. That does seem like something I should remember.
Girl: You got me expelled because I threw a marker at you! It was last year, in sixth grade!
Mr. C.: I'm sorry, I really don't remember that... are you going to throw markers at me again today?
Girl: (said with a scoff) Only if you get me mad.
Mr. C.: I guess I'll try not to do that.
She did not speak to me again the rest of the class period. She just sat and quietly worked on her math worksheets; glaring daggers at me anytime I'd walk by.
She did not speak to me again the rest of the class period. She just sat and quietly worked on her math worksheets; glaring daggers at me anytime I'd walk by.
Eventually I did remember her. The marker thing had just been the tipping point, when I finally called down to the principal's office and asked for her to be removed.
I had no idea she had been expelled, as I had made a point never to go back to that teacher's classroom.