write a letter on your summer vacation to your teacher. make sure you have 4 paragraphs.
please do it fast and no spams....please don't spam and do it fast
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Dear Donna,
Yeah, I just called you by your first name. I'm XXX alumni, so I can call you whatever I want. Don't like it? Too bad. We're equals now.
I've never had very good luck with teachers my whole life, to be honest. I always got the ones that were, to put it lightly, infamous. But you were an exception. You were special. Of all those terrible teachers I had, you were the absolute worst of them all. Let that sink in for a minute. You were the worst of the worst, the most biased of the biased, the most immature of the immature. I think that deserves an award.
For that hellhole of a year I had with you, I cheated to survive. Do you have any idea of how many people did that in your class? Well, maybe you did. You finally caught on in 4th quarter, but if you didn't then, you never would've.
Do you know how many people cursed you behind your back? Do you know how many psychopathic thoughts rushed through my head every class period I had with you? Do you know how depressed I felt when I knew had your class after fourth period? Do you know how many senior years you ruined?
No you don't. Not a chance. You're stuck in a dreamy la-la land where you're the awesome master teacher. That cute little suggestion survey you sent out in the last 3 weeks of school was an absolute joke. When I criticized you for making fun of people in class, the only thing you were interested in during that private conversation we had afterward was getting the last word in. I’d bet money you did that with anyone else who didn't rave about you.
You’re a petty, stuck-up, clueless, unclear, emotionally maladjusted manchild of a woman. I don't think you'd be able to continue teaching if it weren't for those lapdogs of yours that hang out in your room every second of the week. (Oh, and by the way, if you’ve got favorites, please make an attempt to be slick about it. That includes NOT GIVING THE SAME KIDS FREE LUNCH AND SNACK EVERYDAY!!!) Your favoritism is so obvious it sickens me to even think about it.
Also, stop with the phone calls. Just don’t do it. We're in High School, not third grade. But if you're going to INSIST on doing so, at least try to be constructive when talking to parents. (Which means not going on bigoted, personal, ad hominem laced diatribes on their child’s failures.) In what way does my handwriting correspond to my ability to do calculus?
Which reminds me, for the love of Bob, stop with the public embarrassment. Just because I screwed up a graph or the chain rule does not make me an absolute imbecile. Making people write their names on the board for screwing up the chain rule isn't exactly constructive criticism. Nor is telling me to "go back to Algebra 1.”
Finally, stop with the germaphobia. It was funny at first, but it's grating now. We high schoolers have things to do, and getting a slight cold is not a valid reason to miss school. So quit whinging whenever someone shows up to class with a little cough. You're 49, going 50. I'm sure your immune system has at least some resistance to the common cold.
Well, I guess I'm gonna have to start wrapping up. I genuinely hope you'll hear me out. I sincerely wish that you'd recognize the errors in your ways, and I don't think anyone is beyond the point of redemption, yourself included. I suspect you may be a rather unhappy individual, so if that's the case, seek therapy. I’d hate to see you live the rest of your days like this.
Wishing you the best in life,
Me