Behind the Scenes of "The Ten Hour Project" Ms. Millin's character

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Ms. Millin is based off of the bad teachers in the reservation school system, particularly from my high school. They practiced on the students until they paid off their loans and then they moved on to a better school.

By then, they know what to do and what not to do, therefore they are experienced, leaving the Native American kids to suffer from their mistakes. Most reservation teachers don't care about  rules and do as they please, say what they please and make up whatever they like to get their butts out of hot water. And then the principal believes them because the principal just assumes that Native kids are liars.

During one incident, a new teacher who wrote porn called my friend some vile names, followed her around and acted like a creepy boyfriend. One didn't wear a bra and threw a fit in the class and thought dogs were people. Rumor had it she practiced bestiality. Another said a boy had drugs in his bag because she just chose to pick on him. And when she couldn't get the bag away from him, she grabbed a Clarinet and threw it against the wall before running to the principal and telling her that we were attacking her. We all got in trouble and had people come in to lecture us and threaten to fail us in the class. What was so aggravating was that as soon as she walked in she said, "I know how to deal with your kind." And we hadn't even been introduced yet.

Hence, Ms. Millin gets eaten at the end of the story.



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