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A fucked up notion of waste

When I was about 12, I had a science teacher called Dr Tovey. He was a quiet, deliberate, feminine man. Small yet commanding.  Discerning and rational and critical. And he was a Dr, not a Mr. I admired him. He was also quite unpopular, and the subject of many immature jokes, which endeared him to… Read More »A fucked up notion of waste