#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.