stamp of Unapproval.

I went down stairs to visit with one of the instructors, when i returned...The Man who smells of roast beef and cigarettes was stealing my stamps out of my desk. MY PERSONAL STAMPS!! NO FREAKING WAY. I casually asked him what he thought he was doing then he looked at me as if I offended him. So i told him those were my stamps. Where he just gave me a dirty look and walked away. I am so ready for this day to be over.