Dear Mrs. [I'll spare you the name],

I don't know what I ever did to you, but you hated me from the moment I stepped into your classroom. I'm sorry that I was late because I was a stupid freshman and got lost but that didn't give you the right to hold a grudge against me for the next three years. Everything that I did from the way I turned the pages in my binder, to the way I wrote my name on my paper was another reason for you to yell at me; and no, I'm not just being dramatic. The only thing that made the situation worse was when I compared the way you treated me to the way you treated the other students in your class. The students that you somehow deemed worthy of your respect could do no wrong while the others, and I was definitely an "other" who couldn't do anything right. Remember the time I Any teacher that not only makes the student hate the class, but the entire subject as a whole, should not be employed. But, in the end, the joke is on you. Dealing with your horrible attitude taught me patience and, above all, the importance of respect. You don't have to like everybody but, everybody deserves some level of common respect--- especially a student who has not even had the opportunity to make an impression on you yet. Your class was a living nightmare for me for four years but, in the end, I'm glad I took it. Now I know for certain that, in the future, I will be able to deal with any horrible boss that life throws at me. Thank you for setting the standard so low.