6-7. In 6th grade, we started junior high and I spent every day so afraid that I could barely eat anything and went down to 82 lbs (I'm 5'2"). In 7th grade, a teacher decided she hated me because one of my friends gave her attitude and all of a sudden my homework started disappearing. No kidding. We kept weekly journals. One of them was "what are your greatest fears?" I had a laundry list of things (being an insecure teenager that had an anxiety disorder, had just gotten over an eating disorder, was in the midst of a religious struggle and watched horror movies every night) and she wrote in red pen: "don't you have any faith in the power of goodness?" What the fuck did she expect?? After that, she started saying I didn't hand my journals in. One day, I went into the back of the class and saw it sitting on the back table behind her desk. I picked it up and handed it to her and said, "is this what you're looking for?" She grimaced and took it from me without a word and I went back to my seat. And this bitch had tenure. Fuck the public school system.
7th. There were a couple kids that teased me mercilessly. I begged my mom to take me out of school and home school me. I cried almost everyday. It was misserable. Even my teacher was a bitch. I started getting into trouble that year. I guess I was acting out, it was this year that I developed a really smart mouth. Principal knew me pretty well. I even got into a couple fights that year, which is totally not like me. It was the one year that I didn't really have any good friends. Life was so much better after that year. Side note: I found out that my worst tormenter had some bad luck. Last I heard (about 5 years ago) she had three kids, two different fathers, both gone. She couldn't keep a job because a drug poblem got her real messed up medically. I feel really bad about this, but I was kinda happy when I found this out. Makes me pretty shit, huh?
4th. My teacher hated me, and she would always give out tons of homework when I wasn't in class, so that I was always behind and couldn't go out for recess. (Somehow, I still managed to make the honor roll. Take that.)
9th has been the worst for me, 10-12 will probably be pretty fun. grade 1-8 was great, always have a lot of friends through those years. Still have a lot of friends, I just think most of them are ignorant assholes now.
my 3rd grade teacher was just fucking awful. mostly because i was a free-thinker, and she was a kindergarten teacher. fuck her.
10th grade - the worst time I had at school. I came to hate all of my teachers and the school itself.
I thought 10th grade was the hardest. I started slacking off a lot and was half credit behind from my junior year so I was struggling with junior AND sophomore credits but luckily I graduated
some teachers are definately working for the dark side of hte force-not to mention some of the little demon students! peace Delfynasa
senoir year in high school was probably the worst, simply because i quit talking to everyone back at school, quit speaking to my best friend of nine years half way through the year(still havn't spoken to her), got a bitchy new teacher in my art and design class at technical school half way through the year and hardly got to do any fine art(just web design/graphics). the best part was graduating and getting the fuck outta there. i did get an award for 12 years of perfect attendance, that was pretty sweet.
we, my siblings and I, dressed like poor people too. We still haven't found out what Daddy did with his money. It wasn't spent on our school clothes! Horrid hand me downs that got you teases were much more common. sigh
I'd say ninth grade was the worst for me, at least it seemed like it at the time. I got caught with some weed at school and was suspended for ten days, got probation, counseling, etc. They made me play football in order to return to school. I thought I was being persecuted. But looking back on it, it wasn't so bad. I learned to like football. It made it easier to meet chicks.