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Jan. 25, 2012
I had a kid get up in the middle of class today, walk out, and then come back in with food. When I looked at him and said, “What the fuck?” he said, “You seem set on keeping us the whole hour so I needed snacks.” I made him give me his cheetos. Profs need snacks, too, dammit. notes
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My name is Natalie. I'm from the South. I'm a liberal, which means my mother is very disappointed. I have a husband, two kids, two cats, and a small obsession with BBC television. I knit stuff, really like my sewing machine, participate in The Vagina Monologues every year, dislike clowns and bad drivers, and think Nutella was invented by the gods.
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