Horrid Health Teacher
So we've heard about my horrible gym teachers (' Horrible Gym Class '). But what I haven't told you about is my horrid health teacher. We'll call her Miss A. Miss A was a new teacher, who had only just graduated the year before. We were the first class she had ever taught. And by the end of it, I prayed we would be the last. Although she started out quite nice, it quickly escalated. At this point in my life, I was diagnosed as just juvenile idiopathic arthritis. I was also taking Methotrexate and wasn't feeling well- I was always feeling sick and cold. Rest assured, I had no tolerance for nonsense. Unfortunately, that's all the class was. I would like to let you know right now that she knew I was sick. She knew all about my arthritis and getting shots and stuff. In one particular class, we were talking about drugs. The ones you inject, in particular. That's when Miss A informed us that the more often you have injections, the more likely you are to ...