My story seems pretty tame. My English teacher, comically called Mr Brazier, broke a kid's leg with a cricket bat. Not sure how the fuck you stay employed and not in prison after that. I felt lucky because a week earlier he'd snapped my ruler and thrown my pencil case out of the 2nd floor window because he'd decided I was an annoying "wannabe teacher's pet".
My story seems pretty tame. My English teacher, comically called Mr Brazier, broke a kid's leg with a cricket bat. Not sure how the fuck you stay employed and not in prison after that. I felt lucky because a week earlier he'd snapped my ruler and thrown my pencil case out of the 2nd floor window because he'd decided I was an annoying "wannabe teacher's pet".