@katlupe, I can empathize. It wasn't a "comment" on my report card, I was also attacked.
I was in third grade and went to Our Lady of Perpetual Agony. My teacher was a nun named Sister Terminator. We had to copy a paragraph. I misunderstood and wrote a paragraph about my dog, Tootsie. We handed our papers in and were told to read a book while she checked our work. All of a sudden, she yelled out my name and called me up to her desk. Uh oh, that's never a good thing. I had no idea what I'd done wrong. I was just sitting at my desk reading, like I was told to do.
So I walked up to her, and she marked a big red
F on my paper while yelling at me for getting it wrong. Then she proceeded to pick me up by my little peter pan lapels and shoved me into the black board with my feet dangling, while yelling at me the whole time. When she dropped me to the floor, I kicked her in the shins and ran out the door. Sister Terminator ran out after me and dragged me to the principal's office. The principal called my mom, who had to leave work to come and get me.
I told my mom what had happened, and she wasn't even mad. She didn't understand why Sister Terminator went crazy on me and said that she had no excuse for doing so. She said I'd made a mistake and I should've been given a chance to copy the paragraph because I misunderstood the assignment. I agreed. She also told the principal that Sister Terminator better not ever lay a hand on me again. I hated Sister Terminator. She was a mean old bully and a wretched excuse for a nun. But I loved my mom, she was terrific!
Bella