My inner angsty teen is not amused

I survived the visit to my old school. The new building is wonderful, I'm a bit envious. But the teachers are still as insane as ever. Yes, it's one of the best schools in Milan, but get the fuck over yourself. It's just a high school, not fucking MIT. Just to give you an idea of what pompous pricks some of my teachers were: first day of school, my Italian and Latin teacher told us we should feel superior to the losers attending the school two streets away, because our school was the best in Milan. WTF? I'm so glad my boss and I only spoke to the principal and the person in charge of the exchange programs, if I met that teacher I would probably insult her.

Going there brought back a lot of bad memories I didn't want to remember. But I'd love to meet my old history and philosophy teacher, he was one of the few teachers who really loved his job and it showed.