Grudges! or, Why I Hate Italian Literature

While taking my shower yesterday morning, I found myself reliving a particularly trying interview that I had with my Italian professor last year. I went through the encounter several times, each time letting her know exactly what I thought of her and her teaching style. Is it abnormal to get so furious over something that happened so long ago? I obviously have not forgiven her, even though it would probably help me if I did.


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