In my 7th grade FACS class, there was a teacher named Ms. Hargrove. I hated, hated, HATED her!! She had never liked me for some reason, from the first day of school, but all my friends loved her. They would go in before school and help her match her jewelry for the day. If I went, I would personally pick stuff that looked horrible and tell her to wear that.
After a while she caught on, and that wasn't so fun. She put me in a kitchen group with the three worst guys in the class, they couldn't cook to save their lives! And when we sewed bags she wanted mine to be purple, but i refused and made it pink instead. She gave me a C on it for that reason!!
And in class she would get sidetracked and always start talking about her grandkids, then blame us for talking and not getting the work done.
I could just go on and on about her, ugh.
Of course, right after seventh grade, after I moved, she got fired. It sooo figures.