When I was
younger, I had a teacher named HAIBUS who was really mean to me. She was my
fourth grade teacher. During that year with her, I got hurt a lot from falling
on the playground; as a result, I often went to the nurse's office. After going
there a couple of times, over a two-week period, she told me that I couldn't go
anymore, but I sneaked passed her and went anyway. A week later, I got hurt
again, so I snuck past her again eventhough she had told me not to go. That
afternoon, she insulted me in front of everybody in the class; thus, I thought
of
her as a mean witch. Later that school year, I accidentally placed my finger
in the doorway and someone slammed it without knowing my finger was there. She
didn't care; therefore, she didn't tell me what to do. Consequently, I had to
hold the two parts of my finger and run upstairs alone. Eventhough it hurt a
lot, I was happy to be away from Mrs. HAIBUS, the "witch", for a
couple of weeks. 
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