When I was in 5th grade at Carl Sandburg Elementary,  I had a teacher that I despised. His name was Mr. Rogers. Everyday, we annoyed the heck out of each other. I remember one day he was the teacher on duty for recess, so I decided to climb the basketball pole and sit way up high on the basketball basket. I remember him trying to talk me down from my perch. I stayed up there all recess getting down when the bell rang. I also would fart right next to my teacher. He told me I was rude, so I kicked him in the shin. He drug me down to the principals office for that one. We were like oil and vinegar. Finally, my mom talked to the principal, and had me moved out of Mr. Rogers class. I was able to be in Mr. Pitts class the last quarter of the school year. Mr Pitts was really nice and had a wooden leg. Every year, he would take off his wooden leg on the last day of school. Everyone thought that was pretty cool.