or when a debate gets you out of class work.
i hated the sound of confidence in his voice, hated the sound of the mumbled words he said and thought made sense.
i hated the idea that he could be so blatantly wrong, and that a teacher could egg on my anger merely for a lesson on respecting others' views.
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i know it's vague.
the whole enchilada was posted on my spapchat:
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i apologize for my angered feminism and belief in truth.
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