I'm not sure when but one time we were writing poems in class, and I just didn't want to play ball. It just seemed such a pointless excercise, then the teacher told me i HAD to write a poem.
So I wrote a poem called, "I don't wanna go to school"
Which went something along the lines of.
I don't want to go to school
I don't want to see Miss Cruel
Then around the same time, we were making cards for something, and I accidently used paper instead of card. The teacher made such a fuss over what was really nothing I stuck my tongue out at her.
And then there was this teacher I had. We had an understanding. I hated him, he hated me. But what was rather funny was that although he hated me, and I spent so much time in class not listening to him, I still came away with top marks and really good material. It was just so funny to see him get so frustrated and say I'd fail, all for naught.
Then on a parents evening thing, he told my parents. "That he doesn't pay attention. Do you get that alot at home?"
And my dad, who i usually have a poor relationship with, said quickly and emphatically "No." He obviously hated him as much as i did.
We even gave the teacher the nickname Uriah, after Uriah Heep from Charles Dickens David Copperfield.