To that b*tch in my U.S. History class

This one’s for you.

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What she said to me, destroyed me.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t bad or rude. By me calling her names, even if only to myself, says more about me than her.

I’m also calling her this name decades later.

At that point in my life, I considered myself to be an average student. We had a writing assignment, and…