Puntabulous

Dear Woman in my Class,

Hey there. How are you? You seem like a nice enough lady. You wear pretty clothes. Your hair is smooth and shiny. In spite of these things, I’m afraid to say that I hate you with every fiber of my being.

Let’s travel back to the first class we had together. You were there, right? Remember when the professor said that if we do all the homeworks, that we would all most likely get A’s? You do? Good.

THEN WHY DO YOU KEEP TAKING UP SO MUCH CLASS TIME WITH YOUR IDIOTIC QUESTIONS!?

School is not for learning, it’s for getting good grades. Remember that and we’ll get along just fine.

Love always,
Craig

PS- It didn’t help matters when the professor retorically asked who in the class was truly, completely satisfied with ther current jobs, and you were the only one who raised their hand. Bitch.