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The Last of Miss Last

I was young at age but old enough to recognize cruelty
My eyes watered and my tummy ached 
I was scared and embarrassed 
With wet trousers my tiny thin legs- Shaked 

I had raised my hand to go to the john 
But my fourth-grade teacher, whom I'll never forget 
She wouldn't let me go, why- I don't know?
But I know it was her fault, that I was soaking wet
 
The kids in my classroom stared at me shaking 
Watching me crying, my eyes dripping water 
Who will she not let go next? 
The boy who sat next to me- or somebody's daughter

My mother, may she rest in peace 
Rushed to the school to bring me some dry clothes 
She spoke to the principle in a fiery rage 
That's when all hell broke out, and a firing arose 

That was the last time I saw that mean teacher 
Never again would she teach in that school 
I hope that she learned a good lesson in life 
It's not very nice to be disturbingly cruel

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Sara Etgen-Baker Date: 9/16/2025 5:54:00 PM oh my, how traumitizing. Sorry you had to go through something like that. I was a teacher and always believed teachers should be compassionate, especially towards younger students. Cruelty has no place in a classroom! GRRR. thanks for sharing. wishing you a pleasant evening, Sara Login to Reply

Sara Kendrick Date: 9/16/2025 9:02:00 AM I had a similar thing happen to me for the same reason but my reason for not going at recess was I hated the bathroom because it smelled horrible, did not like to go when it was crowded, etc. So, I would raise my hand to go to the bathroom, and we would have to put our name on the board then stay in at recess but one time she would not let me go so I went. Sara K Login to Reply