It is a personal embarrassment that these people have exactly the same accent I have.
This tended not to happen in my classes, but it happened in classes that I didn’t attend.
My father, a liberal newspaper columnist, was easily the most prominent man in town, so teachers held their tongues around me.
(I inadvertantly got a geometry teacher fired in the eighth grade when I mentioned to my father that she had expressed alarm at the warnings from Sen. Joe McCarthy in what was supposed to be a math class.)
It took me a couple of years to figure out why she had suddenly disappeared from my school.
I’m actually glad I didn’t get it. I could have seriously bullied my teachers and been an even bigger asshole than I already was.