conuly

that I had the biggest problem in school with my English teachers. A truly disproportionate number of them simply didn't like me, way more than all other subject teachers.

If I'd figured this out in college or high school or middle school I'd probably be over it by now, but I didn't and since I did figure it out every once in a while I am struck by the question - "seriously, but why?"

If it was all subject teachers equally I'd say maybe it was me, and that's fair, I didn't do any actual work most of the time because reasons. But no, most of my other teachers got along with me just fine, or at least were willing to be professional about it. But man, some of my English teachers seem to have actually had a grudge against me or some shit, with the exception of the sonnet one, who was just incompetent. (Seriously, who has kids read their work aloud without pre-checking it first to make sure they aren't cheerfully and very obviously insulting their classmates? I can't even be mad at him, he was just terrible at teaching.)

I wish I'd realized it sooner or else never. I won't be able to get any answers to this mystery now, of course, and it just bugs me.