Oh, okay a spanish infinitive. I thought it was mole-star. Which makes me think of the star nosed mole. :squick shiver:
Oh, and Icarus, I had two really good teachers in high school. But one was definitely into throwing off the shackles that he was sure our small-minded parents had raised us with. The other only taught school for fun because he had some independent source of wealth. I had some really bad teachers- one apparently never graded our papers. What ticked me off was a hornlock we got into over whether I had to turn one if, if I knew full well she was never going to return it. Looking back, I can imagine she probably dreaded it knowing how juvenile they would be.
Oh, and one of my essays killed the hippy history teacher. He had an ulcer rupture while he was reading it and was declared clinically dead. I got an F on that one.
