Misery loves company; when the teacher was growing up, her teacher probably told her the same thing. She was all ready to be an astronaut, and didn’t really expect to end up flinging chalk at juvenile delinquents in a decrepit asbestos-laden inner-city hellhole somewhere.
The teacher must have been a tardigrade.
A retrograde tardigrade!
Misery loves company; when the teacher was growing up, her teacher probably told her the same thing. She was all ready to be an astronaut, and didn’t really expect to end up flinging chalk at juvenile delinquents in a decrepit asbestos-laden inner-city hellhole somewhere.
Larvae could be the new fish.
That sounds weird out of context of CheapCaffeine.