Glad you could stand up for yourself at age 9. I did too, in second grade, at 8, walking home from school because I was punished for something I didn't do and the nun wouldn't believe me. Next day, when I returned with bandaged hands from being whipped with a feather duster , (it was 1972!) she apologised to me at morning assembly. It was 5 miles home, but I'm still kind of glad I didn't take that crap from someone older and supposedly wiser. Good on you, you sound like a woman made of strong stuff.