Mrs Frear Was A Cunt

Mrs Frear was a cunt. 

She offered us second helpings of muffins at the end of home economics class. Some of us accepted her offer. She immediately and triumphantly asked those who didn’t accept to bring their record books to her, so she could praise them in a note to their parents. Hideous. What can their parents have thought when they read it? My child is being congratulated on not eating a muffin they were offered? What kind of bizarre accomplishment is that? Maybe they were too slow on the uptake, weren’t listening, or simply didn’t like the muffins enough to want a second. And, for the kids who did accept one, what a horrible mind game. Truly sick and abusive.

I laughed at the mention of Martin Luther going to the Diet of Worms. She was thrilled that someone laughed and enjoyed shaming me in front of the class.

She gave us an assignment: write an essay on your hero. One boy chose Jesus. When he took his essay to her for appraisal, she castigated him, telling him that no one can be like Jesus. Once all the essays were written, instead of praising our creativity or showcasing the best essays, she gave us all an obviously pre-prepared lecture on how all our heroes pale in comparison to God. A) more psychological abuse, B) Jesus is God, you horrible woman.