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(I may have told this one just recently)
I remember fondly my 7th grade chemistry teacher, who explained the workings of the world in a way I had never seen before.
Halfway through the year, in response to me pushing a classmate's books off the desk - we were just having fun - he ran to where I was, and slapped me in the face so hard I fell off my chair.
Of course, he wouldn't have done this if I weren't the smallest and weakest male in the class. This solidified the bullies' approach to me, and set me up for the worst year of my life.
It also made certain I had no further interest in his subject.
Thank you, Dr. Kip Bollinger.
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