Happy Birthday for then and thanks for the awkward boner ! <| sep |> Mrs . V . The big large teacher with a pixie cut and bad purple streaks . During year 10 camp , she forced me onto a giant swing with her . I was terrified , crying before I even got onto it . At first she said , Just try on the harness and take a photo so I did . Then she told me just go up the ladder and we ' ll take a photo , so I did , pretending to climb for her dumb photo . But instead of a photo , the next thing I feel is her huge guts forcing me to go up the ladder . Now , I ' m so afraid of heights , even stairs scare me . I was panicking but she kept pushing me up . Eventually I ' m buckled in , swinging a metre up in the air bawling my eyes out with her swinging next to me . I beg for the camp counselor to only push us . But nope . He ignores my screaming and my classmates start pulling us up . They only stopped when we reached the top . The top of the tallest giant swing on my side of the country . In fear I started batting and smacking at my teacher , I needed to get down . And not by swinging . People from beneath us were cheering apparently while I punched at her arm which was reaching for the rope to let us go . Suddenly she rammed her elbow into my face and she grabbed the pulley . I don ' t know how , but I was hugging so tightly around the metal part of the harness that when the ropes disconnected , the metal slammed into my inner bicep . I was in so much pain and shock I passed out . I don ' t remember any of the swing down except being helped off and then being unable to feel my arm which moments later turned purple . Afterwards , she smacked me hard on the back and said Good job for facing your fears , Haha yeah , I ' m more afraid of heights than ever , refuse to go on another camp and now my arm constantly shakes .