I always hated the teachers for being ignorant, stupid, bullying twats. My bitterness towards them has faded over the years, but it's still there, and resurfaces occasionally. I remember the primary school teacher who thought that shellfish were actual fish. There was the teacher who, when I was coming out of a bout of severe depression that nobody had noticed, told me that I'd 'grown up', and all the others who completely failed to notice my glaringly obvious problems, and who put it down to stupidity and a lack of application, even when my mum approached them about it. I also remember being sent to the headmaster for wearing brown boots instead of black ones various times during a dress code purge, and the petty authoritarianism sickened me. Even now, I want to hunt down and kick the crap out of some of my teachers, and then tell them what pathetic, petty, stupid shits they are.