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Low Feeling: bereft Times like these, I really want to contact their old teacher from last year (the good one who was there for three years and had to leave, not the jackass who quit six weeks in). I just want to ask "Did they hate you at first? Did they graffiti on your chairs and ignore you when you spoke and put crap in your beverages?" ...or did you instantly bond with them, like some magic fairy godfather, and is this just all my fault? Comments? 1 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |