When I was in primary school, I still did not have control of my disasters...

I even bit my teachers. Christiane was my favorite teacher in year one and two, because of forgiving me what I did and alway talking to me when I didn't feel good. She knew me and knew what to do in each situation when I went crazy.

My parents even send me to a psychologist. In the beginning I didn't wanted to go there, but she was cool and she really helped me.

But after those two years I had other teachers who didn't knew me even a bit. And there was this one teacher who seemed to hate me and made my life hell

The other children weren't nicer either and as the kids in the kindergarten they tricked and annoyed me to make freak out. Than they screamed "L. has hit us!" so i got the trouble again...

One day I ran away from school and didn't go back for about 10 minutes, so the teacher called my parents and I explained that did nothing wrong and they believed me, but they also said that I shouldn't run away from school anymore. I did, but just a few times after the conversation...

Once the teacher of whom I told earlier once again hyped me and I was so incredibly angry with her that I insulted her as a slut and run away. She called for me and wanted me to stop, but I didn't think about it...

A few months ago, I first heard from my father that she called my parents and told them about it. But my father was not mad at me ... on the contrary! He was proud of me that I had dared to tell her what I thought of her... Thank you, daddy!