My Dear Teacher

theoretical classes in the classroom and the practical classes in the laboratories. Since in the practical classes the students apply their theoretical knowledge in experiments

cal ones. Our lab teacher was the most obnoxious, ignorant, disgusting, stuck-up, pathetic person a man can be. He always kept this superior air about the students, excep

f someone who is always making fun of your face made me mad, and I really abhorred his unfunny jokes with the idiotic pe

when she sat down facing the bench. The only difference was that now she was chewing a

proaching the girl with an expression that was disgusting to say the least, "I was going to a

reliminaries of the two brainless beings present in the lab and started to copy the report that was already written on

asses was that the benches used to have a reinforced cleaning with some products Amy was allergic to. I know this because one day she dozed off in the middle of the explanation and her face got all swollen a

y teacher, sneered, in that routine boredom voice. "If

m smiling mockingly at me. Without moving, I just took a deep breath

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he was eating me with his eyes. What the fuck, why does he have to stare at me like

slowly towards me with an evil grin on his face, and before I could see what had happened,

erable! On my last day at that school, I swore to myself that I would shoot him in the head with a bazooka. And this thought was getting stronger every day. Altho

assano threw the little paper ball that used to be my report over his shoulder, causing it to fly away without much effort, a

r again,

me. Putting up with the despicable Cassano making fun of my face for the most idiotic reasons and, what's worse, mak