An ignorant inexperienced teacher was yelling at me for getting into a fight with another elementary school student. Her words echoed in my mind and suddenly everything went blank. My hands reached under the table and unfounded strength came out as I picked up the entire table and threw it at the teacher. Luckily though the teacher managed to step back and avoid it. But I will always remember that look of fear in her eyes as she stared at 7 year old me panting like a wild animal with eyes of hatred directed towards her.
This anger I had inside me would explode again and again throughout my childhood. At every minor inconvenience I would freak out and get violent. And if I didn't feel like getting violent, I would just walk. Walk far far away. My teacher yelled at me, which was something she had never done. I was always her favorite student, I was a good student, I did everything she told. But there was one instance she snapped at me and without even thinking, I stormed out of the classroom. I was frustrated and blinded with rage that I even forgot to put on shoes. And under the blazing summer heat, the asphalt burned the soles of my feet. I had walked a pretty far distance until I heard someone behind me. It was the same teacher who had yelled at me. I expected words of apology and reconciliation but instead she grabbed my thin arm with crushing strength. So hard that red marks were left on my skin. And she pulled me back to the classroom and forced me to sit through the class. Afterwards she called my parents and told them about my unacceptable behavior. From that day onwards I hated that teacher and calls to my parents became more frequent.