#104 - T.F.

You had the biggest boobs, and the kids would all nod knowingly and snicker. You taught sophomore English matter-of-factly. I remember sitting on the stage, as your teacher's aide, and grading papers feverishly. You made me enjoy A Tale of Two Cities - no small feat.

#103 - M.C.

Your daughter's roommate was Meatloaf's daughter, you informed us on the first day of class. We were freshmen; anything impressed us. I memorized and performed Shakespeare's Queen Mab speech - to this day the words roll off my tongue. I barely remember you.

#102 - T.I.

The head football coach, you had a hairlip and taught English like you lived the stuff. Your love for the written word was infectious, and we all sat forward in our seats, nodding like little marble statues. I never actually read Billy Budd though - sorry.

#101 - P.F.

In my 8-year-old eyes, you were exciting, gorgeous, funny. As I grew up, you remained someone elusive, someone fun. I pouted when you got married. But now, looking back, you just seem washed-out, boring, mundane. Did my views change, or was life REALLY hard?

#100 - E.S.

I remember the scene at a mutual friend's wedding - your husband, terror in his eyes, protesting as you literally drag him onto the dance floor. I imagine that's what your daily life is like - you, making him fit your vision of what he should be.

#99 - S.M.

Oh, there are layers with you, sir. I feel myself mourning your lost childhood, all the pain... and then I see the way you take that pain and shoot it right back at people who aren't worthy of you, and I lose any sympathy.

#98 - M.C.

Nice, jovial, you teach English and coach football. Always a smile, always a chipper comment, you answer questions about your wife and kids with a big ol' grin. And you're bland, bland, bland, like a vanilla wafer and a glass of lukewarm water.

#97 - J.B.

You out-tricked the trickster that I became, and I respect you so much for that. You're beaten inside, worn-out, but not broken. I've taken it upon myself to show you how amazing you are. Sorry if that's not what you want.

#96 - E.M.

A big kid with a big grin and a big heart. You latched on to me last year and you still spend the majority of the day in my classroom. Your infectious energy pushes me through the most sluggish of days. You'll go far.

#95 - D.E.

You lecture in front of rooms of hundreds of brilliant students and speak for the masses of people who can't speak for themselves, but a phone call with me makes you shy. You're an impressive source of information, but you've got a weird 'stache. :-p

#94 - M.R.

I love our cheesy nicknames for each other. I think we have like 63 each. I adore all the different you's you have inside - they kind of match up with all the different me's I have inside. You're the Lulu to my Kai Lan.

#93 - J.H.

Under the skinful of tattoos, under the random piercings, lies a sweet, gentle man and a wonderful father. Columbus isn't really to your liking (too much snow, not enough of your friends) but you slowly are finding your niche. You deserve the world.

#92 - N.W.

I suppose I hurt you, but I didn't ask for you to fall for me with your puppy-dog devotion. Every time you'd try to kiss me, I'd duck and avoid. You didn't get the hint, so I had to let you know, blatantly.