I walked into his office. The look on his face was distasteful. He made me feel inferior to him. I didn't feel welcome, or even accepted. I sat. He gazed into my tired eyes, and he asked me the following, "What's going on?" How am I supposed to respond to this sort of question? If I say "nothing," it's a given that there is something. I reply with a comment, which is very versatile, "Not …
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…he is my drill sergeant. I can see it now, "hit the ground, and give me fifty!" No, I stand up and exit his office. No one deserves that, not anyone. We both have jobs to do. Him to have a book to follow, and a phone to call parents on, and an infinite amount of stamps to send letters home with. Me with the ability to check my answering machine, and get my mail