For some unexplainable reason, I joined up at Sheroes again.
I hate that for a while I have that horrible fear I'm about to be eaten alive.
I mean, last time people liked me. I'm literate, kind, and reasonably amusing. When I make mistakes I apologize for them and am grateful to have them pointed out so I don't make them again. I don't attack people. I try to stay out of drama.
Why all the fear that I'm about to be ripped to shreds?
It is slightly concerning.
ETA: Mr. Grover's final physics speech drove Snoopy to tears. Wish I could have been a fly on the wall. The Cavinator wasn't that passionate about physics. I think I missed out.