Some teachers go all out to inspire you to learn. They speak your lingo, make an effort to understand your psychology and constantly feed you with interesting tit-bits (of info, that is) to keep you coming back for more. And you know what, teachers? We will remember you.

Then there are those who kill any budding interest you had of their subject. I know one who has an elitist attitude and, I feel, treats me with disdain. So I didn't do too well for his subjects- big deal. Teachers of this sort, I'll remember too.


Seriously, why are there so many nutcracks around? I'd give up Lays for three months to be absolved from their crazy attitudes. I'd throw in peanut butter too, if they could actually change. I don't have that very often. Which means I don't really care that much; it's their sodding life, not mine.

These people, you can't just avoid them. Not when the situation has been cast. The best you can do is slap on a poker face and grin and bear it. And maybe bare just a little fang now and then when you absolutely have to.

I'm really tempted to show my claws (not necessarily in the spirit of Halloween) , but I'm reeling them in. I'm sure they are just oblivious to the ugliness of their actions- no one likes being disliked. And the last two are mentally disturbed. You don't wanna mess with those.