Nope, at least I didn't poison her. But for the first five years of my schooling at this school they had The Physical Education Teacher So Evil, That Hell Itself Spat Her Back Out - aka, Mrs. L. My conversations with Mom or Dad when they picked me up from school would go something like this:
"How was your day today?"
"I had P. E. today."
"Do we have any arsenic?"
At least I had done my research. The National Geographic issue on poison is my all-time favorite, and I've practically memorized it.