I had a counselor in highschool who was the absolute worst. When I was going through a really rough time and pretty much slowly dropping out of school, she pulled me into her office, I cried and told her what was happening, and then a day later she called me into her office to tell me she had talked to my mom and that I was lying because my mom had said so. I remember the smirk she had on her face. I couldn't even talk because I was so confused on why she was smiling. I didn't even walk out, I just let her finish the meeting. She did this two other times before she stopped when I was meeting with the principal. She's probably one of the most worst memories I have of that school. I'm so happy other kids don't have to deal with her anymore. Fuck you, Denise.