^^^ this. my dad told me this about some dumbass, race card carrying/playing teacher I had in 8th grade and I've never forgotten it. It's not always as easy to practice as it is to say, but once I never had to see that b1tch again, I was better than OK. Now, I'm successful and she's probably still the miserable human being she was, marching on the capital because Jindal is about to pop her bubble for good.
I have a very similar experience! I did cost me a free scholarship to Tulane; but I revel knowing she is probably destitute! And; old and ugly!