In 2nd grade I had this really weird teacher. She shall remain nameless. But she would always act like a child and it pissed me off, so one day to shock everyone I said "I hate you." and everyone's like "oh my god" and the teacher went to her desk and put her head in her arms and pretended to cry, or maybe she really was crying just cause she's retarted like that. and of course I didn't even mean it or anything. so then everyone went over to her and was patting her back and talking to her, and giving me looks like "are you screwed up in the head? how could you do that?" and I sat at my desk all by myself and felt like an idiot, but at the same time thinking 'geez! this is so dumb! she's not really crying, she's just acting it out, and all the flaky girls are over there consoling her!' then for a while I knew everyone was remembering that incident and favoring the teacher over me, and expecting harsh words to come from my mouth again. that's when I started hating people. heh.