k. and I were walking along the beach this morning and I was telling her about a group of ghastly girls in my course who are alienating everyone. Although, as k. and I agreed, they make good teacher practice as they sit up the back of the class and whisper and giggle and comment on anyone who says anything. Yes, you really do have to wonder.
So we meandered along the beach picking up all manner of glass and shells that were washed up by the wind and the tide yesterday. I told k. that I'd been at the doctor's yesterday.
"Oh, what for?"
"Just to see about a couple of moles on my back."
"Haze, the doc can't do anything about those girls at uni."
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They sound like the kind of nurturing, inclusive, mature people I'd want teaching my children.
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