Summer was almost over, so Michael's school had called all of the fifth-graders, to take a test, which decided their teachers, based on their level of ‘intelligence’ (they just needed an excuse to divide up the classes evenly). When he got the letter about the test, he told his dad that he had to drop him off at his school, at about 5:00. When Michael got dropped off, he saw that there were about 100 kids there, all taking the test. When test administrators started taking roll call, Michaels name came first. As Michael was directed to his seat, he realized that all of the tables, were independently placed. After he started the test, he found out that it had stuff about 8th grade geometry. After two annoying   hours, he was done with the test, and then he went home.

Summer was over, and he went in for his first day of fifth grade. As he approached his classroom, he noticed that the outsides of the room were recently painted. He was so nervous, thinking, what will my teacher be like, will I like him, will he like me. As soon as he stepped foot in to his classroom, he smelled the remarkable scent of honey. He saw that the recently washed desks were emitting a lustrous glow. He also noticed that there were two white boards, in the front and the back of the room. And the ceiling lights were emitting a light, so perfect that anyone who walked into the room, would be swept up in joy and the happiness of the room. He saw that a bunch of his friends were already in the room. One of his friends, named Jeff walked over to him, with a grin, that was to big for his face.

“Hey dude, isn’t it great,” he exclaimed, “that we are in the same class together.”
“Ya,” replied Jeff, “It is great.”
“Hey, did you think that the test was hard, or easy”
“Personally, I thought that the test was very easy. What did you think about it.”
“Yeahaaaa! I thought that it was very easy” lied Michael, quickly walking away, before Jeff asked him anymore questions.
“Please be seated students,” said the teacher.
“Where?” he asked
“Well, since today is the first day, I will let you sit anywhere you want to”
“Sweet” he whispered under his breath.
he chose a seat next to Jeff, in the front of the room, then the teacher asked them to introduce themselves to the person sitting next to us.
“Um, won’t everyone know the person sitting next to them, because they chose to sit next to them” Questioned Jeff
“Of course, my bad” responded the teacher “Then, just tell the person next to you, something that you did over the summer.”

After about 2 hours of very boring introductions, we finally got our classroom results (telling you what class you’re in, based on the test). When he found his name on the list,
he realized that he got one of the highest scores overall, which made him think that he would get the best math and language arts teacher. Next to his name it said that he had “Mrs. M” for Language Arts and Math. He thought that she was one of the best and the nicest teacher in fifth grade.

But, little did he know that she was one of the most biased teacher that he would ever have.

As he entered her classroom for Math, he noticed that every wall of her classroom, had something related to chickens, there were posters with chickens, signs with chickens, pictures of chickens, and stuffed chickens that were pinned up on the wall. A sudden thought came to his mind What does this lady have against or with chickens?! As he got inside she said that, he was late to class, and that he had to sit in the back as a penalty.
“But I told you that I was using the bathroom, just two minutes ago.”

“What, when did you tell me this?” asked the teacher, with a very smug smile on her face.
“Whaaaa…” he whispered under his breath.
After about 1 weeks worth of getting used to the class, the teacher finally assigned the class their first project. A book report, to find out what genre her students like to read. We had to write a letter to our favorite author, telling him/her why we like to read their books.
From the day she assigned us the report, he had started working on it. After 2 days he finished the first draft, then after another 2 days he finished the final draft, about 5 days before the due date. The next day he went to the teacher to ask her if my report was okay. She said “This is a very detailed report,”
“Great, thanks” he said, thinking that it was perfect. But apparently he was wayyyy off.

The next day when the teacher collected my report she gave me a very dirty smirk. Like she knew something that he didn’t. After about two days, he found out what the teacher was smirking about, when he got his paper back he saw that he had an F, when he asked the teacher why he had gotten an F she said that the font of the paragraph was wrong, and so was the heading; the heading was supposed to be name, teacher, assignment, then date, and the font was supposed to be Times New Roman, not Arial. As he got out of the classroom, a thought came to his mind, I don’t care, about what that dang teacher has to say about me. She wants to give me an F so be it.

As Michael got home, his dad asked him, whether or not the teacher had returned the graded project to the class. When his dad had asked that question, then Michael’s stomach started to twist and turn, like something inside was trying to find its way out. And beads of sweat started to run down his nose, after that, he was so caught up in trying to make up an excuse, that he didn’t hear his dad saying

“ Hey, Michael, don’t bother telling me, you teacher sent me an email. Telling me your grade.”
“Are you mad?” he questioned
“Of course not, it’s not like you got an F. “ his dad retorted. “Oh wait, YOU DID GET AN F”
“So you are mad, aren’t you dad?”
“Is the sky blue? Of course I am mad!!!!!!!!” His dad screamed “How the heck did you get such a bad grade!”
“It wasn’t me! That horrible teacher has it out for me” he whimpered.
“Ok, first of all, your teacher is really nice. Second, it was your fault that you didn’t read the instructions!”
“But I did read the instr... ”
“No you didn’t!” his dad interrupted.
“Dad, I went to my teacher to ask if my report was ok, and she said, and I quote ‘It is very detailed.’ so I thought that she meant that it was a very good report”
“See, that’s the thing with you, you always just second guess everything”
“You, know arguing with you is completely useless”
“Oh, that’s it, don’t you talk to your father that way. Now get in your room. You are grounded for the rest of the week”
“Oh come on dad, that isn’t even the least bit fair.” he whined

As Michael went to school, he started to hate his teacher more and more. And his teacher started to hate him more and more. Until it came to the point where, if anyone had the slightest bit of a negative view on Michael, the teacher would instantly start being bias towards them. But Michael had no idea what the teacher was doing. About two weeks after he got his report back, the teacher had called Michael in from brunch, because he wanted to talk to him about excluding people.

As he walked into the room, he started to sweat through his shirt, on to his jacket. Beads of sweat dropped down his nose. He started to shake after he saw that Jeff was crying in front of the teacher, who obviously wasn’t very amused.
“Hello, Michael” greeted the teacher in a very angry voice.
“Hello, Mrs. M” michael mumbled.
“So Michael, Jeff came crying to me, saying that you made a presentation, shared it with him, then after sometime you unshared it. What’s that all about?”
“Well you see, the presentation was based on a book, that Jeff doesn’t have, so he might have just been copying from my presentation. So to completely get rid of the problem I had to unshare it with him.”
“First of all, I would like you to know that you have the lowest grade in the class. And I can make that grade even lower if you don’t share it with him again.”
“I am very tired of you continuously threatening me, and I won’t stand by it any longer, so I would just like you to know that the presentation was made on my home account. And your authority doesn’t go far enough to tell me what to do with my life. And even if it did, after all the final decision to do what you say, or not would be made by me. And I wouldn’t do it !!”
“Michael, go to the office right now!!!”
He put his head down in shame, and he started to shake, and his lip started to quiver. As he walked out the door, he looked back and saw Jeff just staring at me, with a smug smile on his face. When he saw the teacher having the same smug smile, he felt like punching all of them.

As Michael trudged to the office, he thought about what he would say to the principal. Once he made it into the office, they said that he had to go to the principal’s office.
“Welcome, Michael I presume”
“Yeah”
“The teacher had contacted me, and told me what you had said. I would like you to know Michael that you have to respect all the teachers here.”
“I understand, but you have no idea what she had done to me.”
“Oh really young man, well if I don’t know, then tell me what she had done to you.”

He told the principal about the gmail presentation, and about everything else that the teacher had done to him.

“I see. You know, everything that the teacher had done do you, she will have to give a penalty for!” said the principal, who was in a state of shock, (thinking about how the teacher could have treated a student that way) at the time.

The next day, the principal walked into the room, and talked to the teacher, then the principal had called Michael to come into their conversation.

“Ok Mrs. Myre, I need you not to be bias toward only everyone who doesn’t like Michael. And I would like you to raise all of his grades by one letter grade. After that I would also like you to let him have a break from the next test, and project.” ordered the principal “If you fail anyone of these orders, you will be suspended, put on probation, or at most, fired.”

And she stormed out of the room.

After about one week of the principal coming in to the class, the teacher was very conscious of her behavior, she also became very nice and very understanding, which made Michael more interested than ever to excel in her class. So when ever she gave them a project he would start the project immediately.  Every time Michael asked for advice, she gave him very helpful advice, thus allowing him to get all A’s in her class. After sometime though her consciousness of behavior went away, and she began to become more and more biased. Uuugggggg! Not this again! Michael thought upon realizing this, I seriously don’t want to go through the same HORRIBLE experience.