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I went to a middle school today to eat lunch with the friend who teaches choir there (the teacher formerly known as the intern). It creeped me out.
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Her room was all happy and shit. Back in the day I would have thought she was psycho. All those little kids disturbed me, although I didn't actually come into any sort of contact with any of the things (good thing too, with the change in weather I'm susceptible to disease).
It was actually a nice school which was weird. I'm more used to crumbling, dark, smelly dungeons. But then again I didn't go to school in the rich white suburbs of Dallas. |