#90 - T.R.

You are an evil little woman - Coke-bottle glasses, a snub nose, somehow resembling a rat. You expected me to read your mind and ridiculed me when I did not. You hated me because your students liked me more than you. You are a shitty teacher.

#91 - J.R.

I switched to your school to finish my student teaching and was given to you - long, lanky, young, goofy. You slowly transferred your classroom to me, making sure the students respected me. Then you went and bullshitted with the other coaches, which worked just fine.

#89 - J.P.

You are, likely, the strongest person I know. You don't actually need me, but you keep me in your outer circle because you like me, and that is a huge honor. You're a bundle of contradictions - flamboyant yet manly, crass yet thoughtful, gay yet willing. ;)

#88 - J.A.

You preached about how no one is any better than anyone else, but you certainly felt like you were better than me, didn't you? The truth is, for as brilliant as you are, you're working on dad's farm and living with mom. End of story.

#87 - D.D.

Geeky, awkward, confused, you reveled in who you thought you should be. We sat on your bed and listened to Snoop Dogg for hours, calling guys that we thought were cute. You were older, so I followed for a while, but I soon grew bored.

#86 - B.L.

You married an older man with children. He paid for your realtor's license and bought you a little business to run. You use this as an excuse to show your superiority. You're a bimbo, a fake and a bitch - "Bless Jesus!".

#85 - D.L.

I chose to believe that you were misunderstood. Now I know that you are a shady little man, stuck in a cycle of violent boyfriends, misplaced feminine energy, constant drugs and the need to steal. I hate that you're near my son.

#84 - J.B.

Our boss at the rape crisis center, you intimidated me with your no-nonsense attitude and your gruff persona. I'm curious as to how you could counsel victims, but maybe your past made you understand more than I ever could.

#83 - D.M.

I sat next to you in my second time through Algebra 1. I passed notes to you as we muddled through the boredom of summer school. Deep down, I wanted to shock my parents, but you never noticed me as more than a kid sister.

#82 - B.B.

I'm just another one of your friends, another one of your fans, not special in your eyes. Usually. I'm actually okay with that, because you're just another one of my friends, another one of my fans, not special in my eyes. Usually.

#81 - B.A.

The first time I came to your mansion (seriously), it was pouring. You rushed out with an umbrella and escorted me inside. It's instances like that - chivalry, laughter, allowing me to be myself - that my friends didn't see when they called you an asshole.