73. Mr. Franks’
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I was a senior in high school at the time, and I had never been the brightest student. I was a solid C student, and I had never received a detention or had any kind of bad student record.
Mrs. Franks taught algebra, which is my worst subject, so naturally, I had issues understanding the lessons and would ask questions frequently. To some, these questions are easily answered, but to me, it was rocket science.
In Mrs. Franks’ case, she would belittle me in front of everyone by saying things such as: “And here comes the slow boy again”; “Wow, surprise, surprise, you don’t understand it again”; “Really? We have to go extra slow for you today, don’t we?”
I tried going to the administration about it, but they would just send someone in to examine her during class; she would act respectful and normal for one day and go back to being a monster the next. This goes on for about half the year until I had enough.
I went to the local Radio Shack, bought a recorder, and secretly recorded every insult she would throw at me. I would sometimes instigate to make up for the lost time. Go ahead, feed the fire.
The next day, when we met, I watched as the administrators went from bored to furious as I played my tape. I also watched Mrs. Franks go from confident and stuck up to realizing that she had messed up beyond repair.
