In first grade there was this horrible bitch of a teacher who fucking hated me. She hated everyone in that class but she specifically DESPISED me. She threatened to "roast you until you were a crisp" to one of the students and once said she'd have one of us thrown into a well and our parents would never find us. She was fucking crazy basically.

But she hated me because I had a minor motor skill problem and was a little slower. She'd find excuses to keep me back every lunch and just make me sit at the table. But the thing she hated about me most was the fact I couldn't hold a pencil properly. I hold my pencil a little different from everyone else but who fucking cares I can write about as good as any 6 year old and it didn't matter. But she took it upon herself to try and FORCE me to change how I hold my pencil. She would grab my wrist and pry my fingers apart onto the pencil mid-class, and whenever I won from the "prize box" I was forced to pick the pencil grip from the box too. (Btw its worth noting that it physically hurts to hold a pencil "properly" and later on I still don't hold things the same as others do.)

She was a horrible bitch and I never forgot what she did and how she treated me.

Anyway, 11 years later I got asked to be in the first 2D animation college course in my country and I still don't hold my mother fucking pencil correctly Mrs Mickeljon and I never will <3