I ~LOVE~ my professor...he's a wonderful storyteller...wears sweaters with holes in his armpits...and cusses in class (who doesn't enjoy that)...but I couldn't help it...I had to take a quick nap. Just a tiny one. I feel like I'm 16 again sitting in Mr. English's Spanish 1 class.
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(I find it ironic that the name of your Spanish teacher when you were 16 was "Mr English.")
You had a Spanish teacher named Mr. English? Isn't that like having a dentist named Dr. Mouthwash? Or a math teacher named Ms. Quantatative? I don't think I have my analogy quite right, but still...
;) kat
It's a little odd. I agree.
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