I got a tough time from students AND teachers at school. I was quite happy up until primary two. I wrote a story in class and it was three or four pages long, pretty good for a seven year old. My mind was free flowing.
But, my mum wasn't the best cook and one day, I puked up my guts behind a book chest or something similar. I didn't manage to bolt to the bathroom. I was just deflated, and I never told the teacher. I remember being sat at my tables with other students and the teacher came across the puddle of puke. She was livid, and demanded to know who it was. My back was to her thank god, but my face, must have said it all, and another girl put her hand up and pretended it was her. We were friends in primary school. I have never had chance to thank her, I guess I was ashamed and you sort of bury it don't you?
Well after that, some kind of mental block went up and I couldn't write stories anymore. The teacher left not long after that and was replaced, I don't think she liked me very much and I was glad but I struggled with English for the rest of my school days. It was down to this. You know what kids were like they would do a stupid game, where they would say "Laura's germs pass them on..."
Like everything else it subsided and got forgotten. That's what I tell myself now when things go tits t£%ts up, that it won't matter in a month, and years later I will look back and say it was character building, or I will find it funny, it brings me to earth.