A remarkable primary school teacher, Madame Giordani. She was of the old school. No jollyphonics with her..! We had to parrot the syllables written on the board: ba be bi bo bu, ta te ti to tu, etc.

I went to reception year obviously illiterate in September and I was able to read the newspaper before Xmas.

I was sad to find her in the obituaries years later but hey ho, we’re not here for ever.

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Jackie Warner

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I was in middle school, I had already had two surgeries by then and had been in a big boot for basically two years. It was the second semester so I had a new elective, ceramics. (it was a great class btw I loved the teacher). There was this kid in there that I already knew I didn't like. He had stolen things from me earlier that year and the year before. He saw I was still in a boot, and within the next week he started making fun of me and calling me names. The one time that sticks in my head is when he called me cripple for the first time. It was in front of a teacher (not our ceramics teacher, it was a sub), and no one did anything. Later in the semester he also smashed and poked holes into some of my clay projects. It really hurt my feelings and sticks with me to this day. My anxiety loves to bring it back up

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BeepBoop is Lonely (she/they)

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我們認識這麼久
你的心一直在痛，但你羞於說出來（說出來）
在裡面，我們都知道發生了什麼（正在進行）
我們知道這個遊戲，我們會玩它
如果你問我感覺如何
不要告訴我你太盲目看不見

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Batsuit v8.05

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