5th Grade Drama

I remember all of my teachers from preschool all the way to the 6th grade.  After that, it gets a little foggy due to having to have 7 different teachers each year thereafter.  However, one teacher stood out in my mind and still does due to the type of interaction she and I had.  My original 5th grade teacher was Mr. Sager.  Loved him.  He had been my brother's 5th grade teacher as well, so naturally I was thrilled to get someone who was familiar with my family.  Well, Mr. Sager had a massive heart attack that put him out of commission the rest of the year after only getting him for about 3 months.  The substitute was Mrs. Millasich.  Yep, writing her name.  She seemed friendly at first due to the fact that she was "just the sub" and trying to win points with the students as all subs would do.  Unfortunately, her stay ended up being permanent and therefore running the curriculum the way she wanted.  But something about her was off.  I'm not saying I wasn't a total shit growing up, because I know at times I was.  However...not all the time.  She HATED me.  I, to this day, have no clue what I had done to become her target, but I remember thinking back that it was bullshit.  She'd accuse me of things I hadn't done but in fact, my friends had.  She'd yell at me in front of the class because she thought I was doing one thing when I was doing another.  And finally, she called me a liar.  Big effin' mistake.  I had put up with her bullshit for months and endured going to detention day after stupid day for God knows what.  In fact, the detention lady that everyone hated always had a sad look on her face whenever I'd walk in.  Because I'd be crying not knowing what the hell I was being put in a small room built out of cinder blocks for.  Also, it's important to note that I had NEVER been to detention ever, nor had I ever had poor relationships with any of my teachers.  This is where my mother came in.  She was a teacher back then and would tend to lean with the other teachers' assessments because they're all part of the same team.  Not this time.  This time my mom pulled out all her expertise and dumped it in the asshole woman's lap.  We conferenced with the principal who had known me since I started in Kindergarten and I'd always loved that man.  His daughter had become one of my good friends.  So...again, he knew me.  There was a teacher, student, parent, principal conference and basically a big 'ol "come to Jesus" about how she was treating me, to the point of past transcripts being pulled out and report cards to show to the Beast that I was a pretty good kid in school.  Lame story, but one that clearly stuck with me for a long time.  The rest of the school year, she left me alone and pretty much pretended like I didn't exist.  Fine with me!  I have quite a few better school stories after that...