Mrs. Tammy Taylor.
That woman was abusive. She was my first grade teacher and made my life hell.
She would blame me for every little thing that went wrong. Can't find her pens? She pointed at me. Can't find her gradebook? I must've taken it. I sneezed during a test and she took the test and ripped it up in front of me and cashed me a cheater in front of everyone. Once she made me stand in the corner for the entirety of a day and made me wet myself in front of the class.
I tried to tell my parents but I came from an abusive home so no help there.
Mrs. Taylor once isolated me by putting my desk in the bathroom in the classroom. I had to leave and go to the corner when someone had to use the bathroom but I wasnt allowed to use the bathroom. Once I decided to just go and she yelled at me from outside and opened the door on me and scream at me to get out. I was so terrified that from there on out, I started bringing extra pants to school in case I had to use the bathroom. I tried telling anyone who would listen but no one did. She painted me as a trouble maker. A liar.
Once she told the principal that I hit a kid even though that kid slammed a book into the neck of my head first. I got ISS for two weeks. ISS was held in the high school portion of the school and most of the time I was alone but I remember for the days there was this guy in there who hair whispering in my ear that I was going to die there. Mrs. Taylor came in while he was whispering and yelled at me about socializing. She put me in the empty closet in the classroom with a lamp and that's where I finished first grade. I listened to everyone play games, dance to music, have fun... And I sat in the closet. Forgotten. At 6 years old.
I ended up being bullied 24/7 growing up. At home and at school. It got worse when Mrs. Taylor became my fifth grade teacher as well. Often she made me write essays about why I'm a bad kid. Often she would accuse me of theft. Once I brought to school my sister's mp3 player and Mrs. Taylor confiscated it and claimed I stole it from a student. But no one else claimed it so Mrs. Taylor said I must've stolen it from her. I never got it back.
She once asked me if I was accused at home and I said yes and she told my parents at home that I was telling everyone I was being abused. My parents requested I be isolated for the rest of the year.
For the last six months of my fifth grade year, she kept sending me to the principals office who made me sit in the empty cafeteria room in front of the office facing a wall. I don't know why. I was forgotten. All I knew is no one wanted me around.
To this day, I still don't know what I did wrong. I went on to middle and high school and was bullied horribly. I tried committing suicide several times. Mrs. Taylor was part of the counseling board at my school and suggested I go to a mental health facility where I wasted three months and it made me want to die more. It didn't help. It only have my parents something else to hate me over. The school ordered I go. It costed my parents thousands.
That woman was abusive. She was my first grade teacher and made my life hell.
She would blame me for every little thing that went wrong. Can't find her pens? She pointed at me. Can't find her gradebook? I must've taken it. I sneezed during a test and she took the test and ripped it up in front of me and cashed me a cheater in front of everyone. Once she made me stand in the corner for the entirety of a day and made me wet myself in front of the class.
I tried to tell my parents but I came from an abusive home so no help there.
Mrs. Taylor once isolated me by putting my desk in the bathroom in the classroom. I had to leave and go to the corner when someone had to use the bathroom but I wasnt allowed to use the bathroom. Once I decided to just go and she yelled at me from outside and opened the door on me and scream at me to get out. I was so terrified that from there on out, I started bringing extra pants to school in case I had to use the bathroom. I tried telling anyone who would listen but no one did. She painted me as a trouble maker. A liar.
Once she told the principal that I hit a kid even though that kid slammed a book into the neck of my head first. I got ISS for two weeks. ISS was held in the high school portion of the school and most of the time I was alone but I remember for the days there was this guy in there who hair whispering in my ear that I was going to die there. Mrs. Taylor came in while he was whispering and yelled at me about socializing. She put me in the empty closet in the classroom with a lamp and that's where I finished first grade. I listened to everyone play games, dance to music, have fun... And I sat in the closet. Forgotten. At 6 years old.
I ended up being bullied 24/7 growing up. At home and at school. It got worse when Mrs. Taylor became my fifth grade teacher as well. Often she made me write essays about why I'm a bad kid. Often she would accuse me of theft. Once I brought to school my sister's mp3 player and Mrs. Taylor confiscated it and claimed I stole it from a student. But no one else claimed it so Mrs. Taylor said I must've stolen it from her. I never got it back.
She once asked me if I was accused at home and I said yes and she told my parents at home that I was telling everyone I was being abused. My parents requested I be isolated for the rest of the year.
For the last six months of my fifth grade year, she kept sending me to the principals office who made me sit in the empty cafeteria room in front of the office facing a wall. I don't know why. I was forgotten. All I knew is no one wanted me around.
To this day, I still don't know what I did wrong. I went on to middle and high school and was bullied horribly. I tried committing suicide several times. Mrs. Taylor was part of the counseling board at my school and suggested I go to a mental health facility where I wasted three months and it made me want to die more. It didn't help. It only have my parents something else to hate me over. The school ordered I go. It costed my parents thousands.
I only have questions.
What did I do wrong Mrs. Taylor? Why did you hate me? Why me? Why wasn't I allowed to live?
What did I do wrong Mrs. Taylor? Why did you hate me? Why me? Why wasn't I allowed to live?