my calculus teacher did little senior year jokey biographies of people as a big powerpoint on the last day. he was well loved, venerable, yet also slightly … odd. sharp, but vaguely weird. he separated people into basically informal friend groups [with multiple people on the same slide] and people who were the sort of weird alone people. i was one of the alone people. and he said i slept all the time for some reason, i was very sleep deprived but very anxious.
i was sleep deprived all of school really, it started so fucking early, terribly unfair to anybody’s sleep schedule
upon typing this I suppose it isn’t the Worst but it’s still not a fun way to end
I’m sorry you went through that stuff, but it’s not a suffering competition. Frankly, I’ve had both teachers that used sticks and rulers to punish us, and teachers that screamed at me constantly, and it’s the second one that I remember most frequently and the one that gave me paralyzing test/performance anxiety. That’s the one that took years of self reflection and some therapy to make some progress on. Fuck that teacher.