When I was in fifth grade, we had more than one teacher at Woodland Heights Elementary in Spartanburg, SC. If I remember it right, I had one teacher Mrs. Phillips for Math/Science, and Mrs. King for English/Social Studies. I liked Mrs. King for most of the year, but near the end of it is what soured my relationship which still stings to this day, mainly because I thought something she did was unfair and stupid. I remember doing some kind of class projects that day where every person was suppose to speak to the rest of the class in turn. Well the guy next to me kept saying jokes or something like that, and granted it was never about the class or students, just jokes in general. I never asked for them, but they just made me laugh. Laughter in itself I think is a pure natural reaction, and like sleeping can be controlled but at extreme moments can't really be controlled at all. She gave us a warning, but the moron next to me wouldn't stop it. So naturally I couldn't stop laughing.
She was fed up and banished us both outside to the hallway. I could understand that as we were distractions, but I still felt like I had done nothing wrong. I honestly tried to stop laughing, but when you're that age, it's not anything you can do. Well that day happened to be the day our class was to have a pizza party from Papa Johns as we had won some kind of school contest. Mrs. King remembered that and before we went to Mrs. Phillips class to eat the pizza, she forbade me and the other guy from eating. I felt like that pizza was mine by right, and I had been looking forward to it for quite some time.
Granted we already had lunch in the cafeteria before, so I wasn't "hungry" per se. But I really wanted that pizza, and I really thought it was stupidly unfair for Mrs. King to do that to me. So once the pizzas were out, it didn't take long for my spirit to break and I started to sob really hard. Someone had to go over to Mrs. King's class to get her official pardon, which apparently did happen. That's why I always hated having an "old" teacher because they often forget in their bitterness that their students are all children.