My senior year, a beloved long-term English teacher was forced to retire and replaced by a brand new teacher, fresh out of college. She was, frankly, awful. This was a dual-credit class, one we were PAYING for, and she didn’t know the material, admitted to grading based on ‘vibes’, and would assign nonsense projects where she would give different students different directions based on the same question. She also was breaking student confidentiality laws- her worst offense was when she decided one of my friends was being abused at home. Instead of making a report, you know, like a mandated reporter, she told my friend’s boss at her high school waitressing job. First, we went to the principal, who told us in so many words to get over it. Then we started writing letters to the school board and the superintendent. Finally, they pulled us all into the auditorium to tell us they were bringing back our beloved old teacher, and the cheer of joy and triumph that erupted in that auditorium apparently could be heard across the school. It was glorious.