Dear teacher who made me hate school,

I am going to start off by saying I somewhat enjoyed going to school. Middle school through 10th grade I didn't mind having to wake up early every day. I was also excited to be in your English class because I had you as a teacher before, and I can honestly say study hall was a class with you that I looked forward to. Also, I completely understand your job sorta sucks because you don't get paid enough and you deal with *sshole kids. I knew from the beginning of my eleventh grade school year, I had a long year ahead of me.

Now throughout the years, never have I ever been treated in such disrespect. Okay okay yeah you're the teacher right? It's hard to treat you with respect when I'm a student who just sits in class, does my work, I don't really do much to disturb the class and you're treating me like complete garbage. Let me add, I joined your club that you had, I lived in the same town as you which is something in common, I literally said good morning to you every day, but eventually I came to the realization that you really just don't like me. Anytime I would be walking with my friends I always felt an evil look at me, and a smile at them. I knew you didn't like me, that you really just didn't want me in your class at all. It wasn't even only me that you treated like sh*t, there were a couple others. A couple other kids that suffered the same awkwardness in class, and constant rude tones. Want to know why I know you didn't like me? I could compare you to every other teacher, and I thought you were just the worst, but my friends thought you were the best. I never really heard anyone say how much of a complete *ss you were, none of my friends ever agreed with me.

"She's just hard to read"

"She just had a bad morning"

Everyone always told me that you are just hard to tell what sort of mood you were in, that you were having a bad morning because you didn't get your coffee. No, that isn't true because you just didn't like me. You made going to school complete hell, you are a big reason as to why I stopped going to school. I remember one specific time that I wrote a paper for your class, I hadn't been in your class for a few days and I finally had finished my paper. It was maybe two days late (which I was told was fine) and I emailed my finished paper to you. I just remember the email I got back with you telling me you were not going to grade my paper. I worked so hard on that paper, I had problems going on in my own life that made it especially hard to focus on anything that was school related. Going through depression, getting into a car accident, losing a lot of friends. I am a very emotional person, that was a lot for me to cope with. Then to have you to not even take the time out of your day to read my four-page paper that I worked so hard on, that I was so proud of, crushed me.

You made my eleventh grade year hell for me. I stopped going to school because I was worried about a side comment you'd make if I showed up. I had students text me and tell me the rude comments you'd make about me when you took attendance and I wasn't there. That is not how a teacher should treat a student. None of my other teachers treated me like the way you did, even when I was missing many days of school. Now I just have nothing to say to you but thank you. Thank you for hating your job so much, you showed me not to settle on the first job opportunity. I wish the best in life, something you don't wish for me.