English Teacher

My seventh grade English teacher would forever give me a slanted view of all teachers. This teacher that crossed my path in life is by far one of the worst teachers to ever enter the profession and should have been fired. In fact his performance in the classroom was so awful I'm not bothering to change his name. Someone who is that bad at their job should be ashamed.
Mr. Teal was my seventh grade English teacher. A lot of students would make fun of him. He wore wire rim glasses that were to big for his skinny face and he had a tendency to waddle like a duck when he walked. My teachers I'm sure knew what was going on. It doesn't take a genius to figure out who the kids like to pick on.
My opinion of Mr. Teal is so devastating low because he not only didn't do anything, but he participated in the bullying. His behavior encouraged the kids to continue their bullying. It was like sending a message that bullying was okay. This is one teacher I still have not been able to forgive and while I hope to one day. Right now it's not in the cards.
In began small with Mr. Teal as well. When I was getting along with the other students he hardly noticed me, but it wasn't long before I didn't have anyone to sit next to. The whole class would gather in groups in his class room just to trash talk about me. The majority of the harder questions were aimed at me. Fortunately English is a subject I excel at and to his frustration I always answered correctly.
Once he was so frustrated at not being able to make me look dumb that he went on a twenty five minute rant on how Christianity was a myth. Anyone who believed in it was a moron. Needless to say parents complained including my own. He was forced to apologize to the class. Their is nothing wrong with holding different beliefs but you don't teach those in the classroom.
There was a English report we had to write and he wanted us to write ours on a person. Someone we knew or a person from history or a person from literature. I chose to write mine on my nana. She had an amazing life that is novel worthy. I've always loved to write and because of this I wrote better than a lot of my classmates. He read one paragraph and yelled at me in front of the class for plagerism. When I told him the report was on my nana. He just became more angry and ranted and raved over forty minutes about plagerism. How only low life idiots stoop that low. He looked at me the whole time. He reluctantly gave me an B-.
There was one day that I had to have all my teachers sign a slip because I was absent the day before. My slip was stolen in gym class. So when I couldn't provide the slip for him he sent me to the dean's office. Most  teachers would sent me back to homeroom to get another slip after hearing my explanation. The dean actually ripped up the refferal. He said that this was the most ridicoulus thing he ever heard and sent me to home room to get a new slip. I took my time and arrived at the end of class and got my slip signed before going to my next class.
Needless to say this teacher forever changed how I think about teachers. Now when I go into a classroom instead of assuming the teacher is a nice person there to teach us. I assume their bastards their to kick us around. It's up to them to prove me wrong. Many do, but some don't. After that experience I came to the conclusion that people in general were just completely untrustworthy. That you'd have the same chances of being best friends with a psychopath as with any other person. In my mind no one deserved to be trusted.
To top it all off I was being insulted not just by students but teachers as well. So I was beginning to think that if my teacher thinks it than it must be true.