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I got back at all my bad teachers by pooping on them.
Well, I wish I had, anyway.
I had my fair share of steaming-turd teachers, but I just never let it bother me. I was pretty constantly picked on throughout my school career. That's okay. I just let the teachers know that their opinion of me didn't matter, and that while I was out big pimping in ten years, they were still going to be making $40k/year as a teacher in Carroll County. I even made one cry once. Aaaahhhhhhhhhh, those were the days.
If anything has affected me in a negative way, it has been my impatience, which I got from my dad. And my love of eating, which I got from him, coupled with a physical laziness, which I picked up after I moved and reinforced once I got a computer. Yes, I reckon if I'd get back to eating Subway and going to the gym, life would be just about perfect right now. The problem is that it's not bad at all as it is, and I don't feel a real need to change it.
Anyway. Yeah, fuck bad teachers. And fuck bullies in school that are enabled by them. I always told myself that while they were wasting away in Carroll County, mopping piss-soaked Wal Mart bathroom floors, I'd be doing something. For the most part, I was right. I plan on letting them all know it at my 10 year high school reunion. If only I can engineer my independent wealth before then...
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