We went on "fieldtrips" all the time to out of way places. One time we went to "Falling Creek" camp in NC. We were hiking and took a break.....I sat down on the grass. Mr. Freelin piped up "Class!! Why is it that Ms. _____ gets to live, but the grass her fat *** is sitting on gets to die?!"

I was 9/10 years old!!!!

I just cried in silence....
We were climbing trees the next day and then swinging from a rope with some type of bar between our legs. To get up the tree, we had to be helped b/c the pegs started about 4 feet up. Mr. Freelin helped all the kids to the first peg, when it was my turn, he acted like he couldn't push me up. I was 9 years old and maybe 80 lbs. He told me I was "too damn fat".

I was crushed, ashamed and just wanted to die. I ran back to the cabins and just cried by myself.
He constantly ridiculed me and I never understood it was b/c he hated my parents.

One day, during parent's day - the crunchy fool decided to take the class out during a thunder storm.

GUESS WHAT?!! Mr. Freelin and one of my classmates were struck by lightening (this was 1986 or 87). My classmate suffered sever brain damage. Mr. Freeling suffered severe migraines and soon quit teaching.
I couldn't find much sympathy in my heart for him.

I should have told my parents of the abuse I suffered at his hands, but I didn't. I would never allow that to go on with my children and I always make a point to form a relationship with their teachers.
I was scarred, seriously SCARRED by this horrid, horrid man( I had body image issues for years) and I will make sure this doesn't happen to my children.