I could fall over my teachers and I wouldn't know them. Not a single one of them made enough of an impression on me to be remembered. High School was my horror years when the kids used to wait for me to get on the bus to go home. I'm afraid their day wasn't complete until they had me in tears.
If I had a penny for every time I sat on the last seat on that bus and cried my way home I would be a rich person right now. My Mom would ask me what was wrong but of course I couldn't tell her. It would have only made things worse. Besides, the bus driver was sitting on the bus and saw the whole thing happen day after day and never lifted a finger to do anything about it.
Needless to say, I hated school. I was so scared that was what would happen if I went to college it's one of the main reasons I never wanted to go.