17. Mrs. Haddock. She has absolutely nothing to do with our relationship, but she was both my fifth grade teacher and the only teacher to ever truly hate me. My theory was always that she knew I had the potential to be smarter than her, even as just an unaware ten-year-old. So she was threatened by that. That woman had it out for me. Big time. Everything I wrote for that class would always get an A minus, because she knew it was A-quality, but she just wanted to stick it to me. And whenever she got to assign us partners, she would always put me with the dumbest kids (sorry—different learners) in the class. Mrs. Haddock kind of sucked. A lot.