I had a teacher who I HATED and boy, it was a two-way street. We were not a shidduch. One day she took me into a walk-in closet where books were kept-it must’ve been 2×2-to give me a mussar shmooze. She actually locked the door and I remember feeling soooooo claustrophobic. I mean, there I was with my nose a few centimeters away from my least favorite person’s nose and she was lecturing to me about attitude… Help!
