Unburied Hatchets

I saw my sixth, seventh and eighth grade science teacher (all the same person) today. He made a comment about me thinking he was mean when I was in his class. The reality is, I didn't think he was mean. I thought his teaching style sucked and our personalities clashed horribly. He taught straight out of the book and rarely came up with anything more exciting. He would have made a good PE teacher in high school, but for a junior high Science teacher, I deemed him inept the first few days of class.
He ended up being my homeroom teacher for all three years I was in the upper unit. It was strange for my fourteen person class to get to high school and not see him. We completely expected a Mr. Feeny style following from year to year.
As an adult looking back at the classes I had with him, I do not regret the way I thought of him, the arrogant jerkface that he was/is. And, as he is now the principal of that same school, I think he is just power hungry and his intelligence level leaves a lot to be desired.
I do not think my 12 year old self could have handled him any better. I did not like him. I did not care if he was "mean," I got over "mean" in elementary. He had no respect for the students and so I had no respect for him. Not much has changed. I am now civil to him when I see him but I secretly laugh at the fact that he can no longer threaten punishment or try to lower my grade out of spite.
This guy did not like me then and he obviously does not like me now.
Well Mr. W. I am still not a big fan of you either.