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Well, I think your name is Amanda. You won't stop talking long enough for me to ask you your name. I sit right in front of you in our Children's Lit. class on Thursday nights.

Last night you were wearing your Prom 2006 - Wonderful Tonight long sleeved T, hot pink sweat pants, your brown Ugh (or is it Ugg) boots, and the biggest engagement ring I have ever seen in my entire life. You have beautiful long brown hair, and I am sure you are the envy of all the other girls living in your quad in the dorms.

Remember me?? I was wearing teacher clothes. You know me, the old be-draggled red head with the Mommy hair do.. black dress pants with chalk rubbed all over my right leg, and sweater with tear stains from my 3 year olds tantrum this morning. We really look nothing alike.
Oh-- yes... I was also the one shooting daggers at you to tell you to shut your mouth.

I know you think that noone else gives a hoot about what kind of paper Eric Carle used when he wrote and illustrated the Hungry Caterpillar, (and neither do I for that matter), however you need to stop talking and take a breath.... and notice that your friend Scott is not talking back to you!!

Scott is politely nodding and trying to act respectful towards our very challenged English as a Second Language Professor who is trying her absolute hardest to teach a classful of judgemental college students who don't want to be there either.

You aren't the only one who feels as if she is wasting her time. Please, SHUT UP so we can all participate and understand this little game we are all playing to earn some college credit that you apparently aren't paying for.

Much Love,
Laura