My first week in school, one of my most early and clearest memories. My parents decided that we all needed to be able to read as early as possible - I used to read in bed before sleep before I went to school.

Anyway teacher was trying to get one of my friends to learn the alphabet - I told her I could read and I needed a book. She gave me one of those retard books with 7 words per page ("The cat sat on the mat" kind of shit). My young mind thought "that's weird but OK - she's the teacher - I'll do what she says".

Three minutes later I was back saying "OK, I read that". The look of pure hatred and frustration on that bitch face of hers is still with me - imagine figuring out at the age of 5 that the teacher hate you for having an education?

I had a similar experience at middle school, I was 7 years old and the vapid bitch teacher spelled "their" incorrectly in a sentence she wrote on the board. I pointed it out to her and kept arguing with dumb cow about it so much that she went to get another teacher (a male) who confirmed that I was right. Ok so I was an emotionally stunted, insensitive asshole who embarrassed her in front of the whole class (But FFS I was just a kid and she was teacher who couldn't fucking spell).

I think my trust issues with trusting people in authority dated back to those long-past days.

Even back then, teachers weren't educators.