Mrs. Betty Henry

Why you annoy me:

• You were the worst teacher I had in 7^th grade, a year of notoriously bad teachers.  Included in that bunch were such luminaries as: Mr. Macintosh, Mr. Wasson, Mrs. Cutter, whatever my math teacher’s name was, and of course the most incompetent of all Mr. Moore who was later fired for child molestation or something.  To be the worst of that group is truly a great shame for you and your family.
• As an aside, those of you who didn’t go to Gifford Middle Seven may not recognize those names, and may not realize how funny even mentioning them is.  In short: I don’t care.  This is about me, remember?
• You made us do horrible projects.  Such as the one where we had to write a biography about an artist, dress up like him and then paint a picture in his style.  Or how about the one where we had to dig up and interview an old fossil person who had been living in Vero for over 50 years.  The sum total of all the work you made me do did not make me one iota smarter or more educated, it just annoyed me.
• You always, without fail, had the worst shit eating grin on your face.  This would only be mildly annoying, except that you NEVER modified it.  You could be telling someone the worst news and you would still have that jerk-off smile on your face.  I remember when you told me I got a bad grade on something you were smiling and I asked, “Why does that make you happy?” and you just walked away.  Annoying bitch.
• You failed to teach me even the rudiments of English grammar, despite being an English teacher.  I could cite all my English teachers for that, since they all failed and I was forced to learn proper English grammar on my own, which finally I did when I learned Latin in college, oddly enough.  I hate you all for delaying me in becoming a good writer.  Imagine how much better this site would be if I learned to write properly (before I edited this I had a split infinitive here!) when I was 12 rather than 20.

 Possible mitigating factors:

• Although you failed to teach me grammar, like all the others, you didn’t actively make me dumber like Mrs. Rubio did in 9^th grade.
• I can’t prove you are a racist.
• You aren’t the absolute worst teacher I ever had, an honor that goes to one Thomas P. Lefavi.

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