Second Grade Story

I hated second grade. My teacher, Miss Pemberton, was very unpleasant. I don't think teachers are allowed to be that unpleasant any more. I think they would lose their jobs. She didn't like children, or at least that's the way it seemed to me. She scared me so much that I got a stomach ache on many days and had to go to the nurse's office or go home from school.
One time she went into the principal's office and listened to the class on the public address system. When she thought we were being too noisy, she yelled at us through the microphone! We were very surprised and very scared.
Another time she threatened to keep me after school unless I learned how to subtract with borrowing or something like that. I was trying very hard and didn't understand what I was doing. But--surprise--when I was very afraid, I actually learned how to do it and didn't have to stay after school.
Here is the meanest thing Miss Pemberton did:
A girl in my class named wet her pants in school. Most second graders don't do that, but she must have had a problem (or been scared of Miss Pemberton). Miss Pemberton told her "If you do that one more time I'm going to throw you out of the window onto the top of the Castlereach Hotel". I don't think she did it again. Above is a picture of the Castlereach that I took this week--it is still standing across from the school and there aren't any little girls on top.