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Dealing with anxiety and tiny hands in a land where phonology experience means exactly nothing. Witness the freeform discovery of childhood trauma through the day to day joys of other people's kids.

1.12.2005

torturing students...one room number at a time

The housing people suck. They tried their best to defeat me, but I showed them. Ha! But now I get no sleep. Damn. Maybe this was their nefarious goal all along...

Bastards.

That's all I have to say about that. Now off to a three-hour long class....
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