Because I am salty and hate everything, I still hold grudges.

My history teacher in the 8th grade was a d1ck. No joke. He always played favorites with the class. Give us assignments and projects with unreasonable due dates and doesn't even listen to what we say.

I'll be fair, my class wasn't full of angels. We would interrupt him constantly and do random protests. Mainly three guys who did that though. In my case, my table group, we would always play the wii plaza music during class. 

We were one of the few groups who got sh*t done too. Of course, I didn't like how he graded so naturally I got into fights with him about grades. The man made me cry twice. If you guys ever met me, I don't shed tears easily.

Also, in school, I went on a field trip to perform somewhere. That teacher was my last class and on that day, we weren't supposed to comeback until school ended, We had to though due to some circumstances.

All the kids in my orchestra class who had him the same period as us, teamed up and actively attempted to skip class and join at the last five minutes. Even the goody two shoes took part in this. If this isn't teamwork, I don't know what is