Around fifth grade i had so much fidgeting stuff in my desk, unbent paperclips, rubber bands, those triangle shaped erasers, clay my friend took from the art room, my desk was full of it. I had a substitute helper teacher once take my desk and dump everything in it into the trash, including all my school work, the actual teacher and one of my friends helped me pull it all out of the trash.

It always seems to be the classrom aid who is the worst and hates children, the actual teachers were generally nicer.