Strange Schools and Twisted Teachers
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This is a true... well mostly true... short story about my thoughts at the beginning of year 9 (September 2011) about a new teacher. This teacher being a crazy eccentric woman who just so happens to be one of the most funny, amazing people I know. She asked me to write a story so here are my slightly fictional musings ;) Enjoy! *Names have been shortened to initials to keep the peace*
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