The fucking problem was the teacher. 🤢🤌🏼

The one I'll never forget is in 7th grade AP sociology or social studies, I got a 100 on a test, and the teacher put it on the overhead projector to show to the class.

I was kind of stoked because I was like, oh cool, my test is being shown to the class, I must have done really well, the teacher wants to brag on me, this is going to go very well.

The teacher said, "Alright class, I want you to look at this handwriting. This handwriting is the handwriting of a future serial killer."

My name in block print was very clearly shown to the whole class and all of the other students turned to look directly at me.

And just because he was right doesn't mean it's okay.

I picture that teacher sporting a hat with a buckle.