So, I really don't like my English prof but because of that I actually do like him. Makes sense right? I hate that he always tells me I'm wrong then literally says exactly what I said 3 minutes later...but I like that he pisses me off. Is that strange? I have a friend, Alys and we constanly and almost always disagree but yet we are still really good friends somehow because of the fact we disagree. Doesn't it seem like the guys you liked most while growing up were the ones who just rubbed you the wrong way? The ones who just made things harder for you and told you threw like a girl. We all had crushes on them yet when you're an adult and someone asks you what you want in a man you say something like common interests and he tries me like a princess....hmmm. That doesn't entirely add up to what you used to think. So as I'm sitting here ranting to my mom about this professor I realize I hate him because I like his style of teaching. I think this semester is driving me to be a crazy woman because none of what I just said makes sense. I should seek help. Immediately.
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