Freshman year me:
Sassy Teacher: i'm gonna call your mom amanda if you don't do this work!
Me: ooh tell her i said hi!!
class: OOOOHHHH WHAT WAIT DID THAT JUST HAPPEN
class: SWEET INNOCENT QUIET AMANDA JUST SAID THAT?!??!

Senior year me:
teacher: *actually calls my mother to tell her i was being "rude" to her* ("rude" in her case was me telling her i've never gotten below an 85 in math and because i was getting a 75 with her as a teacher, she must suck as a teacher.)
me: *walks into a class full of sophomores* YOU'RE A B.TCH I AM 18 YEARS OLD YOU CAN SAY I'M BEING RUDE TO MY FACE YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CALL MY MOMMY

english teacher: i don't know what to tell you amanda, you can't pass it in, it's a week late and you had plenty of time to buy the movie, come talk to me about borrowing it, and watch the movie and do the assignment.
me: are you joking? you can call up my sister right now and she can tell you about how much gas i wasted going back and forth to places trying to find this movie. and i'm not gonna waste five more dollars to rent a movie on something i will NEVER watch again. and it's funny how you get offended about me calling you a lesbian when it's actually true AND THEN you show a class, unexpectedly a movie with racial slurs and the "f" word thrown around. so you're a b.tch and have a nice day.

my mom every time: did you really call her a b.tch? ahahahahahah