I really want to be alone right now. The problem is not me. The problem is with fucking teachers on a power trip. I used to think that the problem had to be my fault...because there was no way THAT many teachers at foothill were bitches. Guess again. Next year is going to be hell. but then I'm out. And then I can rub it in their faces. God, I just need to keep that in mind. That I'm going to come back a healthy, traveled, mature, intelligent, happy woman. And they had NOTHING to do with it. Sweet, sweet revenge.