
i was in OC the other day and got to thinking about a teacher from high school.
she taught, i think, sophomore english and grew to like me even though i never did any of my work because... i don't know why.
(this is what most of my relationships with english teachers have been like.)
anyway, i don't know who asked who but she let me decorate one of two stools she kept at the front of the class.
i took it home to paint and mod podge. i wish i had a picture of it because i remember being very satisfied. and i wonder how it's doing now. last i heard, she took it home because after a while, when students sat on it, stuff would start peeling off.
a year later she let these two annoying cheerleaders decorate the second stool and of course they ruined it with their "foothill pride."
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