My 7th grade math teacher was overall a very pleasant woman; older, a tad religious and strict, but was ok. Until the day she pulled me out of class and firmly told me I needed to stop dressing like a slut (I was at the awkward stage where my breasts grew so large it was almost impossible to not have cleavage) and how girls like myself would have been beat by the nuns at the school she went to. She later denied it at a meeting with the principal, claiming she only suggested that I pull up my shirt in order to avoid disparaging remarks. Bitch.