- Mar 23, 2009
For some reason I was in a class younger than me. They were making angels and all I could make were scrunch balls. I asked the teacher for help but all he said, quite dismissively, was that making angels was easy and he didn't have the time. I pleaded with him then he got angry showed me his scarred arms and said " I've got problems too. I sympathised but still he wouldn't help me . I ran out of the room frustrated and in tears.