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It's summer. Her useless brat of a son is dead to me. Only it turned out that he bombed his final so bad that he failed my class by one point. So psycho mom googles around and called me at home, only I got rid of my land line 3 years ago. So she tries to call me at my father's house. I'm not a "junior" so who knows how in the hell she figured out who my dad was. I happened to be at his house helping him garden when she called. I asked her how she even knew to call me there and she only cryptically said, "Well, all sorts of things are on the internet these days."
That's creepy enough. But then she goes into this creepy rant about how her son is just too darn smart to have failed my class. Oh, the poor darling wants to graduate a semester early. In the course of this conversation she oscillates between telling me I'm "an angel" for being a helpful teacher and ranting about how incompetent I must be at my job that her son dropped from a to F in my class. When I remind her that I talked to her this semester about her kid's performance, she just flatly denied ever having gotten a call from me!
Aghk! She's actually insane! That sure explains her obnoxious brat of a son who would bark and meow in class just to annoy me. It was like teaching 13 year olds again. Now precious needs another chance to pass his final. Creepy creepy lady, go away!
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