Evading Maniacs

Mrs. Zience was one of my more insane teachers. Well, I’ve had quite a few, from one who made me smell fox pee and pray to poison ivy to another who would give me free points on tests for no reason (I’m not complaining).  But Mrs. Zience was really up there. She’d make my class shovel goat poop for extensive periods of time or carry heavy objects around for no apparent reason. Meanwhile, she’d either be singing bird calls on the top of her lungs or telling us sensitive family issues. That’s why I’d sometimes hide in a bush (my “secret spot”) with my friend until class was over. On graduation day, Mrs. Zience shook my hand and said, “I never liked you much, but good luck in high school. Hopefully teachers will like you more there.” What a darling.

Where I Went Wrong and What You can Learn from my Mistake

I think I handled the situation somewhat well by hiding and not subjecting myself to that woman, but a better solution would have been to switch schools. Although the school did have some merits, the majority of teachers were maniacs. Moral: if faced with people who don’t float your boat, find some new sailors before you sink.