Many years ago when I was a child, I had a wretched bitch of a teacher. We're talking calling me in front of the class to ridicule my hygiene in front of everyone type of evil. Detention literally (and not figuratively) every single day that year, because she didn't like me. That shit will mess you up as a kid. I had a rough fucking year even without that, but mocking, isolating, and turning me into bully bait pretty much nuked my social skills.
She's got to be dead by now, she was about a million years old at the time. I keep thinking that I should track down her grave and fuck it up, and that I'll feel better after I literally shit on her grave, the way she figuratively shat on my life.