I hated all teachers in my elementary school
Most people say they have that one teacher in their lives, that one schoolteacher who made a difference, who inspired them, and motivated them and made them who they are today, that one teacher without whom they would never have achieved whatever success they have achieved at the point in their life of which they are speaking.
Well, I don’t.
Every single teacher I ever had throughout elementary school was an evil bastard. They were all mean, rutheless bullies who did nothing but bully little children because they enjoyed it. I hate them all and will never forgive any of them. They are scum. They are vile, repugnant scum.
For example, there was this potbellied maths teacher with fat lips and a peculiar mastery of wearing ill fitting clothes who came to school hungover, every single day. He would make all pupils who arrived late for his classes pick litter around the school compound, and cane them before allowing them in his classes. I hated that bum.
This teacher? This teacher wasn't just garbage. This teacher made me strongly suspect that a secret deal was struck between my country's government and China to dump nuclear waste in our landfills and then the maggots, roaches and bacteria that fester therein spontaneously evolved into a single sentient zombie monster of filth which then located the corpse of a sex pervert who had just died after his attempt to grow a second penis via sorcery rituals went fatally wrong. The radioactive garbage monster found a way of donning the skin of the dead sorcerer pervert and, in disguise, infiltrated soceity and, in the course of it's other toxic, obscene and unholy activities, devised a way to become an elementary school maths teacher. This douchebag of a teacher was proof that such a creature exists.