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morrigirlI need a hug.
I just got a very rude email from Monica. I finally replied to her today asking when and how she would like me to turn in my portfolio seeing as I do not have a printer in New York. She sent me back this very curt and sarcastic email that was completely uncalled for. I know I wasn't the least bit prompt in getting back to her but EXCUSE ME, after my boyfriend KILLED HIMSELF the portfolio stopped seeming so fucking important. I know she has been very kind to grant me all these extensions, but it's not like I don't worry about this shit! It's not like I wasn't plagued by hours of fucking anxiety surrounding it all damn summer. It's not like the time it's gonna take her to read the darn thing will even come close to the number of hours I spent laboring over single SENTENCES!!!
Her email was so rude it made me cry! Teachers NEVER make me cry. They piss me the fuck off, but they don't make me cry. And I have my psych final in 35 minutes and I can't focus. All I can think of is how mean Monica was. If I fail this test I'm blaming her.
I'm trying to refrain from writing an impassioned response. I don't want to piss her off seeing that she is gonna be giving me a grade. But I've never been good about holding my tongue with teachers. Once they have belittled me, all bets are off. They are no longer worthy of my respect and I have every right to insult the shit out of them. Of course this has gotten me into loads of trouble in my life, still I always tell stupid teachers what I think of them and never feel bad for doing so regardless of the consequences.
Eh, it's just one more name to add to my hit list, which is getting pretty lengthy now. when i get back to NYC I'm gonna have to have an all night Voodoo-A-Thon one evening and hex the fuck out of every one who's pissed me off this term. I'll start with Mary and work my way down through Monica. Maybe if I'm really lucky, Monica will die before I turn in my portfolio and someone else will have to evaluate it. :)
I just got a very rude email from Monica. I finally replied to her today asking when and how she would like me to turn in my portfolio seeing as I do not have a printer in New York. She sent me back this very curt and sarcastic email that was completely uncalled for. I know I wasn't the least bit prompt in getting back to her but EXCUSE ME, after my boyfriend KILLED HIMSELF the portfolio stopped seeming so fucking important. I know she has been very kind to grant me all these extensions, but it's not like I don't worry about this shit! It's not like I wasn't plagued by hours of fucking anxiety surrounding it all damn summer. It's not like the time it's gonna take her to read the darn thing will even come close to the number of hours I spent laboring over single SENTENCES!!!
Her email was so rude it made me cry! Teachers NEVER make me cry. They piss me the fuck off, but they don't make me cry. And I have my psych final in 35 minutes and I can't focus. All I can think of is how mean Monica was. If I fail this test I'm blaming her.
I'm trying to refrain from writing an impassioned response. I don't want to piss her off seeing that she is gonna be giving me a grade. But I've never been good about holding my tongue with teachers. Once they have belittled me, all bets are off. They are no longer worthy of my respect and I have every right to insult the shit out of them. Of course this has gotten me into loads of trouble in my life, still I always tell stupid teachers what I think of them and never feel bad for doing so regardless of the consequences.
Eh, it's just one more name to add to my hit list, which is getting pretty lengthy now. when i get back to NYC I'm gonna have to have an all night Voodoo-A-Thon one evening and hex the fuck out of every one who's pissed me off this term. I'll start with Mary and work my way down through Monica. Maybe if I'm really lucky, Monica will die before I turn in my portfolio and someone else will have to evaluate it. :)
