Dunno, a bunch of things, really. She wasn't really my worst, just the first one I thought of cause she was a total nutter and completely socially retarded. But she had a bunch of gems - taught me not to overthink things. She kept giving me rubbish marks on things I put loads of work into, and then good marks on the ones I did the night before. Which at the time I thought was completely ridiculous, but she was right, they were better when I didn't have long enough to overthink them. Most things I do are better when I don't have time to do them properly.

She also gave me some pretty kick ass pep talks about not letting the things that happened to me, or my aspergers diagnosis, define me, not to let them be excuses to myself.