think of me?

i'm torturing myself on purpose. for me, this is the way i grow best. "students, we are doing mid-term evaluations. and, uh.. we're doing them face-to-face rather than written and anonymous." translation: please tear me a part to my face slash show me where i can grow and become better at this thing called student life. i continue to remind myself: with the possibility of growth, will come inevitable pain.