Well she won’t be back.

petty-revenge-stories:

When I was in high school there was a substitute teacher infamous for making students cry. (she was a real megab*tch). She made one of my friends cry the last time she has substituted.
You don’t make my friends cry.
So I found out a week before she was due to substitute that she was going to be in my chemistry class!
So I went around and asked one favor out of all my classmates and it was a simple one.
They had to pretend I didn’t exist. They didn’t hear or see me. And they pretty much all agreed to do so. I also had one of my friends (who’s a computer genius and thankfully a white hat) hack into the attendance record and delete my name from the attendance sheet. (this was ten years ago and the only time that he’s hacked into the school so shhh)
So that day rolls around and I had my plan in place.
She walked into the class room and immediately starts in on the kids in class (two start crying).
So i get up and just stand by her desk. Just stand there.
She immediately starts screaming at me to sit back down and I just smile as my plan comes to fruition.
She went through the attendance record and lo and behold! I’m not on there!
One of the guys (who’s girlfriend is crying in the corner) asks the teacher who she’s talking to.
She starts telling at him but by now my plan has caught on with all the other students.
They all started saying that they didn’t see anyone.
The teacher is now starting to freak out a little bit and ignore me.
That’s when I start speaking.
“you are so stressed. You know you are.” “if you’d just take a day off now and then I wouldn’t have to appear you know.”
By this time she has started asking me questions. “how does stress make people appear that’s impossible!” things like that.
And I start bullshitting. “I’m actually an amalgamation of all the students you’ve taught over the years. You see stress causes the neurons in your brain to miss fire and see things you normally wouldn’t see. Then your other senses try to make up for the fact that you’re seeing something that’s not actually there. You really need a day off you know.”
At that point she really starts freaking out and leaves the class. She ends up getting another teacher to come in.
The teacher recognizes me and after hearing the story from a student (who’s also a megab*tch) sends me to the principals office.
The principal is laughing too hard to do anything about it.
The teacher never came back to the school again.