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I'm going to fucking Jersey next week.

Part of it's awesome: I'm gonna teach improv to kids at my old middle school and I get to see the few teachers that rocked and they'll be all proud of me.

Part of it is scary: I have to see the teachers who let the kids torture me in middle school and made my life a living hell.

I know I'm a grown-up now and this stuff happened nearly a decade ago, but I'm afraid of having my confidence cut out from under me by one stare from Mrs. ____. Hopefully she doesn't teach there anymore. *crosses fingers* I'll also have to refrain from being snarky to the teacher who once said, completely honestly, "Until I read your textbook, I thought the Battle of the Bulge was a diet book."

We'll see boys.