my world history teacher, 10th grade. we gave him such a bad time. he'd get mad and his face would turn red. sometimes he'd point his finger and say "see me after class" and some of us would reply "semen after class?" poor guy.... he was a bleeding heart, tree hugging, recycle everything, save the *insert whatever's trendy*, white man is bad (although he was white) type of person. not that there's anything wrong with wanting a better world, but extremes can be very dangerous....
did you pick on anyone when you were a kid? or did you get picked on?