Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
My third grade teacher at Herman Hirsch elementary school, Mrs. Cooper. I am horrible with names, but I remember that woman's name. She did her damnedest to make my life a living hell. I was the only non-black person in her class. She used to just randomly hold forth on the evils of white people. This is how I know it was a race issue. And it wasn't just the talking. She was mean to me. She let one of my classmates search through my desk one day I was absent and steal some money I had in there (only 85¢, granted, and yes I should've known better--but I was eight, for chrissakes). For some reason, the smell of camphor makes me ill. One day a girl came to class with Vick's Vapo-Rub all over her legs. I said it was getting to me, and was mocked, and eventually had to run from the classroom to throw up. When I got back, I got in trouble for leaving the classroom without permission.
There have been others who treated me worse, but outside of family members, they were all peers.