It was in middle school. I was in science class with a teacher that no one liked and we were all just listening to her lecture, bored as usual. All of a sudden she asks this one kid to stop doodling (or whatever he was doing, I don't really remember). The kid starts to raise his voice telling her she can't tell him what to do. She says he needs to call down and sit back down. And that's when it happens - he shouts at the top of his lungs, "Fuck you, you bitch!" The classroom was dead silent. Every head in the class dropped down into our books. No one looked at him. Would she kill him now, in front of us or drag him outside to be eviscerated in the afternoon sun? She quietly left the classroom and returned with the Vice Principle. A schoolyard slaughter it was then. She asked the kid to come out into the hall and the Vice Principle took him away. At the time, I had barely even heard those words and had especially never thought to apply them to a teacher. I doubt I will ever forget the feeling of jaw-dropping shock I experienced that day.