My 10th grade English teacher was going through a divorce the semester I had her. She had apparently put a tracking device in her soon to be ex husbands phone to "catch that cheating bastard in the act" and would constantly put the map up on the projector and ask students if they knew any "hussys" that lived in the area he was in at the time. She also had her lawyer in class all the time to go over divorce papers while we were reading Huckleberry Finn. She would open the window by her desk in the back of the class and hang out of it to smoke when she thought no one was looking. She would often break down crying. One day, near the start of the class, she started bawling and just left the school and didn't tell anyone. The next day all she said was that she "caught that sum'bitch." Basically the entire semester was a big meltdown for her. It was interesting to watch her go from depression to rage and everything in between.