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I remember my History teacher back at ninth grade. She was this conceited, cold, know-it-all dislikeable person. I didn't dislike her because she made tests hard, but because she was extremely inaccessible and arrogant towards students. And she couldn't teach for shit, that's for sure.

Now comes the worst part. At my graduation, I was with my father when we encountered her. She asked him "You're his son?" After a while, I found out she was my dad's cousin. How unlucky is that.