In the tenth grade my social studies teacher saw me scribbling at my desk and took the paper and held it up. I was writing the name of this boy and writing Mrs. (his last name). She shamed me in class and broke my crush.

Years later I am sitting in an airport flying back to college and here comes that social studies teacher. She doesn't recognize me but I recognize her and I go up to her and call her out for what she is, out loud in the waiting area, I tell everyone there that she is a 'hard up' bully and treats kids bad in her class.

I felt good that day, I had gotten even with her.

But today I feel bad, it was perhaps the most immature thing I ever did. My apology remains unanswered.