Frank'n'censed
Doctor of Teleocity
Actually, what happened was weirder than that. My Dad had never ever heard me complain about a teacher before and he became skeptical about the quality of the public schools (and Catholic ones too) in that central Ohio town. So, when the guys at Bell Aerospace in Wheatfield, NY kept bugging him about leaving North American Aviation to go back and design for them, he thought about the possibly I was not learning and took the offer and we moved. I just found this out recently, almost half a century later. I think my Dad felt I was the bellwether of the other kids in the family and it wouldn't be wrong to say the public schools around Williamsville were spectacular by comparison. And had huge property taxes to go with it but when you got 4 kids in these schools it is easily worth it.
I wonder what he would've done if you had my witchy, grade 1 teacher?