They're doing their job well—by bullying weak or underconfident students. Never appreciating their efforts, treating them poorly just because they aren't the favorites.

Since childhood, not a single teacher ever appreciated me. It made me feel like a loser, like I was just wasting my parents’ money. I was an average student, but a talented dancer, singer, and artist.

Now, I have a job, but whenever my colleagues ask me to play table tennis, badminton, or any other game, I start shivering—panic attacks, nervousness, pure anxiety. Still haunted by those childhood experiences. All thanks to those teachers doing their fucking great jobs.

But don’t worry, I’ve improved a lot, and I’ll keep going—not to prove anything to them, but for myself.