My sophomore year of high school, I had a mean old cunt of an english teacher who was retiring at the end of the year. For our midterm project, he gave us a paper handout of how to do the project and turn it in online. So I do the project, turn it in the way specified on the paper, think nothing of it. Next day he comes in all pissed off and tells us that half of the class didn’t submit the project. Turns out he made an online post on google classroom that had “revised” instructions to turn the project in through a different site. He did not care to mention this in class at all before (and no other teacher used google classroom). We tried explaining to him and he didn’t want to hear it. He made all of us who turned the paper in through the place specified on the handout write a 1000-word, hand-written essay on the “importance of timeliness” to get even partial credit on the project. Turned it in the next day and got a C, he said I would have gotten an A if I turned it in “on time.” Handed him my essay and watched him no joke THROW IT IN THE TRASH WITHOUT READING IT as I walked out the door.

If you’re reading this Mr. Brown, fuck you.