So that was the low point of my childhood.

To keep this short (there is a long version of this story) I had many struggles in the 8th and 9th grade..

What point in your childhood did you consider to be the low point? Mine had to be about 1997 when I was in the 2nd-3rd grade. Around that time good shows that I had been watching for years came to an end, namely Spider-Man and X-Men. Fox left me with crappy shows like Spider-Man Unlimited. Power Rangers had gone down deeper into the shithole from Zeo to Turbo.

When i was 10 i kept running away from my 3rd grade class because of how badly treated i was by my teacher and my mom was so upset she put me in another school several months later after having tutors in Hungington Beach

I had an abusive 3rd grade teacher too. I've posted about her on here before. She targeted me from day one and was determined to break me. Even though she was black and I'm white I don't think it was a racial issue. She punished me for every little thing I did and wouldn't let me go to the restroom when I needed to. Later she turned another teacher against me and would send me to her class to be mistreated more. She made up lies about me to the principal and other people. When a kid roughed me up on the bus she blamed me for it

She was evil. She bragged about how she beat her kids at home and admitted that she would let her children die to save herself. I never dared run away from her class, but ever morning I would go to the restroom before class and cry. I also developed stomach trouble which lasted several months. Oddly she was sympathetic when I was feeling ill and at the time I didn't realize she was the cause of it. The other teacher called me a cry baby. I started telling my parents what was going on and it only made the teachers hate me even more. They made me out to be weak for not putting up with it. She ended up failing me, but the school ended up promoting me after my parents wrote a letter to the school board. The next year she would give me an evil smile and shake her head every time she saw me. She did the same thing over the summer when we saw her shopping at an Eckerd drug store by our house. My parents put me in private school a few months into the 4th grade.

This wasn't even half the stuff that when on. Now that I think about it that was too was a low point. Just writing this got me upset and I usually don't get upset about childhood experiences. Hopefully the cunt got what she deserved or sought mental help.

I'm glad to say I never really had a low point of any great magnitude. I remember in 4th grade I was put in a hybrid 4/5th grade class. The work was hard, and all my good friends were in the regular class. I cried almost every night, and I finally got my mom to go to the school and talk to the teacher and I was switched into the normal class with my friends.I INSTANTLY felt better. If I ever have kids, I really plan to give them the best childhood possible. Not in terms of buying them all the latest toys and crap, but sharing with them the awesome experiences I had growing up.

She was not that abusive

Really? Were you there? Is this comment suppose to make me feel better? I stated it wasn't the half of it. If her treatment of me lead to me crying before school and experiencing stomach problems (amongst other things), then it had a negative impact. Abuse does not have to be physical.