the hardest
and best teachers
are the ones you remember most.
the strict
ones. the demanding
unrelenting,
without compromise
professors.
they held you to the fire.
beat you
around the head and
shoulders
with their quizzes
and tests,
assignments
and reprimands.
how they wagged their fingers,
how their glasses fogged.
you wondered if they
had ever been
kissed or made love,
ever had any kind of joy
in their grey
dull lives.
it was always strange
and surreal
to see them years later
at a store
buying milk
and you going down another
aisle
to not get yelled at
once more.
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