When I was in 9th grade we got this assignment to write a biography of someone we knew, and it was implicit, but not explicit, that it was meant to be an adult who had accomplished whatever in his or her life.
I chose to do it on my friend Spencer, who was a grade ahead of me, and I included choice lines like, "Since moving her from a larger city Spencer has not found his social place and spends much of his life in his room listening to music that could be best described as inarticulate grunting" and interviewed another friend (required to interview a person who knew him) who said "I would describe Spencer's social skills as terrible beyond all description."
The teacher was very annoyed, but did, to her credit, recognize she didn't say I couldn't do this.
She told me that on top of it not being a good paper, she knew him, and that he wasn't like this.
Meanwhile, his parents read it, and found it hilarious, and his stepdad described it as "dead on balls accurate"
I saw this English teacher at a teeball game a couple of weeks ago (her grandson is on the team, I like her son and her grandson fine) and she looked over at me recognizing me (small town, she taught several parents on the team) but I didn't talk to her.
I am torn on if I see her again if I should proudly tell her I am a professional writer and have a literature podcast now
damn did I kill it on that paper she didn't like. As much as she hated the results, to me she really assigned something that taught me I can write.
(and I got a B or whatever, despite how much she disliked it that I did the assignment properly was undeniable)