31 Students On Their Worst Teacher Horror Stories
My favorite teacher ever—English, freshman year of high school—walked up to my desk, picked up my white-out, took a super deep sniff, shuddered, said “that’s the stuff,” and walked away.
My favorite teacher ever—English, freshman year of high school—walked up to my desk, picked up my white-out, took a super deep sniff, shuddered, said “that’s the stuff,” and walked away.
People might think it’s an easy job, but imagine being on the road for 18 hours, hauling 10 tons of whatever-it-is, without anyone to talk to, but the drone of radio and passing cars?
If you ask them why they love you, they give you reasons that are anything other than “I just do.”
Your reason to live should be very much like your reason to listen to music. Once you learn to appreciate all the elements of music you appreciate it more than you ever thought possible. Same goes for life, when you stop overlooking the smaller elements and really tune in to what it has to offer: nature, human connections, animals, love, passion, etc. you appreciate it more than you ever thought possible.
if unhappy is your default setting, other people can’t afford to be around you.
Our company had a little person working in the head office.
She got fired because she hid inside a paper recycle bin and scared some employees.
I’ve often heard that people only start wanting you when they think that you don’t want them. It’s true; I’ve lived by it.
In Pirates of the Caribbean, we see the story of a daring search for booty, and if that description is also fitting of your sex life, well it most definitely belongs under the genre of adventure.
If you’re a “Mean Girls” fan, celebrate “Mean Girls Day” with this list of other movies you’ll adore.
Woody Allen is his own Bartlett’s, except with a whole lot more material about getting off.
12. You don’t really express your feelings all that well. You expect people to know and understand how you feel already, and this has been a problem in at least one of your most significant relationships.
“I fall right back to sleep–however long later, I wake up AGAIN out of a dead sleep and see a mangled, bloodied man standing at the end of my bed with his head crooked to one side.”
When i lost my v-card. He cried in fetal position then got up and proposed. I nervously smiled and hugged him. We went to sleep. Never spoke of it again.