Monday, November 22, 2004

While having a by-the-by conversation about Mitochondrial DNA with my mother the other day, I was reminded of a story. My high school biology teacher was a real fucking asshole. He would actually call my mother on an almost daily basis to complain about me. For what?, I honestly can't even remember. All I know is that my mother's response was always "Look, you have to deal with her for one hour a day. I have to deal with her the rest of the time. Stop calling me."

Unfortunately, he also happened to be the Volleyball coach with the impertinence of a child. I really enjoyed playing but chose to quit because he ruined it for me.

I must say however, I did enjoy the periodic slashing of the tires on his Volkswagon Cabriolet.

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